I decided I didn’t like the previous name I gave the table, “The Table of Life.” It may have religious connotations I did not intend. Therefore, I want to give it another name, like “The Friendship Square” or “Table 90210” (but that’s just silly), or maybe even “The Pit Stop.” I don’t like any of those names. Any suggestions?
Also, I have plenty to blog about – my new job(s), photos, IKEA, another concert, babies – but I’m too pooped to do so right now. Stay tuned!
Why am I posting such a bleak photo of a mere wooden table?
Well, because the moment I took this photo was the ONLY time I have ever seen this table empty. At all other times, this table provides a space for neighborhood locals to gather. Once in a while, people lay their head for an afternoon nap or enjoy the quiet before the sun goes down. I often find it to be a haven for the elderly who bring playing cards or mahjong, and at night, a table light whose poles clamp onto 2 sides of the table and the light shines directly above the game. How clever! And how the Chinese enjoy their games! And how wonderful to have the constant company of friends and pets who patiently linger!
That’s why I dub this table “The Table of Life.” It really is the center of life for so many locals. Without people surrounding the table, it appears dank and insignificant. But when that light shines overhead (when I first moved to the neighborhood, I thought that light was permanently attached to the table), and the circle of spectators blocks site of the game, I can’t help but smile and think to myself, Nothing like the simple joys of life.
A deck of cards. A table light. A crowd of friends. Infinite happiness.