We christened our newly painted dining room table this morning, we put our glass donkey on some mail that has to be read to keep it from blowing off the table.

Several people messaged me pleading with us not to put all of our stuff on the newly painted, now orange table. They suggested flowers in a vase.

It was too pretty, they said.

We laughed. I’ve gotten used to people telling me stuff like that. I’m not sure I would be at ease telling anybody what to put on their dining room table (:)). But they just loved the table.

Nobody in a small farmhouse occupied by two people needs a table this size to sit empty with a bunch of flowers on it. That strikes me as spooky.

We put mail, packages, clothes for the Mansion, books for Bishop Maginn, our keys, clothes, hats and 100 other things there.

For a few moments, as the sun rose, the light shined on our glass donkey.  It seemed a beautiful christening to me. I took the photo to Lightroom to bring up the color a bit. I was happy.

Our table is restored with two coats of paint, and two coats of Polyurethane. Now it is christened.  It took us a week, we learned not to paint in wet and humid weather.

The table is now already half-covered with our junk. Life is good. This ain’t Downton Abbey.

My great photo transition is in its (hopefully) final phase. I’ve migrated all of my photos to an external hard drive, not I’m migrating them all over to Apple Photos, where they will be safely stored.

They will be safe there, whatever photo program I end up using. Lightroom is a big pain in the ass, to begin with, but I can see it will get easier once I play and experiment with it.

Apple keeps telling me their program has been greatly improved, I’ll take a good look at that as well as Lightroom.

I’ve discovered several exciting plug-ins that will work with Lightroom. In the morning, I’ll upgrade to a new operating system and Aperture will be finally dead. It’s going to be an exciting week of learning, and hopefully, growing.