I also just really like old things.
I like used things, with the exception of underwear, almost always, more than new things.
An emotional disaster.
I'm feeling better, getting back to myself, but geez.
A member of the Facebook group mentioned finding a birdcage on the side of the road.
It was a real beauty, and at first I mistook it for a plant stand, which I had been on the lookout for, to get my collection of Christmas Cactus (cacti?) off the little side phone table, they had been hogging for months.
The very next day, the lady with the birdcage tells me she found me a plant-stand.
She finds things for people.
I also find things for people, so it made perfect sense.
Her finding me this perfect, beautiful plant-stand made perfect sense.
Her plant-stand went perfectly with my other found plant-stands, and by golly, it could not have been more perfect.
I met her this evening and she hugged me, in the warmest and most kind and sincere way, and I was so deeply moved and humbled and touched and lifted up.