Long before we moved here, another man and woman claimed this dwelling as their home for many years. He left behind a work bench with his first initial and surname stenciled in black on the front, a collection of common stones in jars labeled with papery masking tape that no longer adheres and a question mark as to who he was. Who she was. What kind of life they lived.
In the upkeep and repairs of our home, I often find traces of his touch. I suspect he was the hand behind the construction of this lazy susan cabinet in the corner of the kitchen. I imagine the lazy susan is at least fifty years old. Over time she occasionally gets lazy and stops turning. The circular shelf sinks a bit and rests on the frame rendering it motionless.
In the past, I've been able to tighten up the axis rod and raise the height of the lower shelf to solve the problem. This time, the upper beam that supports the axis broke. I rigged together to a carpentry fix only to find the problem of the fused shelf persisted.
Friend Phoenix is back from a trip to Ibiza and Germany. He helped rig up a solution to the lazy susan problem. Now that girl spins like a top.
Under the counter, with the susan in pieces, I found another relic from the former inhabitants who walked these floors: De Kuyper Creme de Cacao. Open and imbibe at your own risk.