My bedroom furniture is not the same anymore because I threw out some really old stuff and replaced it with better, older stuff.
But the table I keep near the bed is now home to various pictures of my Sugar-Honey-Bear's daughter, pictures of my daughter and my two sons, and a picture of yours truly with Yours Truly; then a small keepsake milk-glass dish with spare sets of keys to his house, barn and truck, and a set of building maps (?) for a place we are thinking about that might be an interesting place to own, maybe, in the future (it's down the road, a spell).
And.... a flashlight and an old pair of antique binoculars (he gave them to me for my birthday, recently).
