Jule comes downstairs less and less these days, and eating in the bedroom began to feel depressing, so I decided to invest in a table to put across the hall by the small window in Anna's former bedroom, hoping it would create a bistro-like atmosphere. After scouting five stores without success, I pulled into the driveway feeling down. As I shifted the car into park, there it was. The table. The small round glasstop table on my front porch. Perfect! I immediately dusted the spiderwebs off, washed it down and moved it upstairs. My old table cloth and two spare kitchen chairs completed the ensemble. Now we have a homey new corner, ten steps from Mom's bed but looking out over the autumn leaves coloring the backyard lawn. We play Scrabble, read the paper over coffee, and she writes her notes away from her bedroom in this cozy nook. I didn't have to go searching for the perfect table, it was right here all along.
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