Cutting Styrofoam chunks into pieces to support parts of the sewing machine requires frequent going-over of the work area with the vacuum. The finished package won't be so large as any of the chandeliers I sold via eBay but it will be cumbersome. A box inside another padded box, to play it safe.

Trash day tomorrow and I still don't have a lot to go out (other than off-cuts of Styrofoam) so I'll step out to the front curb in a bit with the hand pruners and lop some of the woody things sprouting along the street that the code enforcement folks are going to complain about one of these days. I can tuck them into the can instead of tote them back to the compost.

A big birthday is coming up, but not THAT big, so it is heartbreaking to see that in the last couple of weeks three of my high school classmates passed away. When I was in high school I couldn't imagine how ancient I'd be by the year 2000, let alone all of these other decades later. Perspective and experience we gain along the way, and I don't know the stories of each of those folks, but still, I do know that they died too young.