This morning I am writing about a topic perhaps many have though, “I always wondered about that.”  But in all probability that is not the case.
Tables.  Ok it is probably not riveting stuff.  Unless of course it is one of them more expensive type tables that are riveted together.  We have some of those – I think.  I know they are screwed together, but those are inside.
The ones I am thinking about are they reusable type ones.  We have four of them.  One I avoid.  It all needs to be screwed together.  Great table but when I want one to use straight away, I am disinclined to want to take time putting it together.
We have a couple of table tennis tables inside.  They tend not to be used for table tennis these days.  They are large and we put a cloth on them and use them to sit around with plates and jugs of water and tissues and salt and pepper and other things on them.
I first became mates with someone because of a table.  A place where we used to play table tennis needed to be reassembled as a class room after we had used it.  I was helping reassemble the place when I said “arr the tables have turned.”  That got the attention of a guy I became mates with who I reckon was one of the funniest people I have met.
He came to my 60th birthday party and I had written that the party would start at a certain time and go late.  He asked that, as I was getting older did that mean like it would go to about 8.15.  He was also the one that ended up at uni.  He said, “I’m at uni now, studying statistics.  What are the chances?”
The tables I like to use are ones that can be put up in an instant.  I tend to use them for sorting stuff on.  They are definitely useful for a little while and then go away again.
I like to make it as though I was never there.  So after sorting stuff, I put all away having made it a part of the time I allocated to the task.  Like everything I put them in their own spot.  I attempt to avoid the question, “do you know where such and such is?” because it always returns to the spot.
It is a matter of keeping my sanity.  Sometimes it works.

Probably others have thought it often, but there was something in the James Clear email I had never thought of before.  It was a quote by a guy called Ian Wilson and he said, "No amount of sophistication is going to allay the fact that all your knowledge is about the past and all your decisions are about the future."
I have experiences and have learned some things that I constantly use.  I would be confident in saying that is the case for everyone.  But it is a given that in most cases what I know is the foundation for what I do.  Knowledge has been gained in the past and my decisions for the future are commonly based on what I have learned in the past.
I coupled that with a question asked at the end. “What are you doing today that will benefit you in a decade?”
I thought that was a great combo. And it impacted me to the point that I decided to take up an activity which I know will benefit myself and others.  I gave the completing of that task a new priority.  It is merely a combination of writing, copying and putting things together.
Like I imagine many things are, I do not know if it will ever be used by others, but I do know it will be used by me.  Like all my things future based, it is founded on the way I see things.  The results are an unknown, but based on the experience of others I have an expectation that it will do good.
One of my mantra’s are “available people prepare.”  The whole time there is a wondering if the preparation is useful to others, but the knowledge that it is useful to me.  In many ways that is the bottom line for me.  I may hope something is taken up and seen as useful by others, but I know it is useful to me.
I do not think anything I have learned or been through is wasted.  Sometimes it is a bit like cleaning a room.  Everything is done, though often it includes things that others will never really notice.  But the thing is I do and every bit makes up the whole.  The obvious and the not so obvious.
As far as I am concerned everything is useful and sometimes it is the things that seem unimportant that are the most important.
So on that basis I gather up all I have learned as it may be what I have been inclined to discard, that becomes the basis of future decisions. 

I am a bit later than I thought I would be today as I have been mucking around with the paint we have.  If you want a note as to why I am late this is it.
We received a phone call last night asking if we had any paint for a little job.  It was too dark to follow it up last night, so we did that this morning.
We have heaps of paint.  It is like some of it came out of the ark as it is old.  We have culled what we thought was not worth keeping as it was a tiny amount as well as being as old as the hills.
We are still left with a lot of stuff.  Some old and some new.  Bought for here and where Merril used to live, my dads paint, Merril’s dads paint and stuff left from where I used to live.
We found what was needed but I did have a drama.  When I found something useful I opened it to check it and in putting the top back I  broke the top.  Not a good look but worthwhile for a couple of reasons.  It really goes with what I believe about even seemingly bad stuff working out to have a good outcome.
I needed to find another container.  Fortunately, Merril had got some for just that purpose so I stirred up the tin of paint to transfer it into a new container.  I really did not anticipate ever saying it but as I looked at the paint I though, “beautiful paint.”
Another little lesson for me was that although the container was old, the contents were beautiful.  That had me thinking how that is like people.  Sometimes the container is old and decrepit but what it contains is beautiful.
The whole process got me thinking of a better way to display the paint, so we don’t have to move heaps to find what we are looking for.
So that is now my mission this morning.  I will rearrange the paint tins.  I have a place for it all and it is just a matter of rearranging.  Should take about an hour I reckon.
Anyway that is my note.