JHC! You are more accurate than you know, as far as work station goes.
The painted blue wooden "table", is one-half of a previous sign shop work table, 2' by 8' long,
that I built over thirty years ago, a Port Colborne souvenir. It's still rigid and level.
The peacock blue colour is from the last quart of retail stocked 1SHOT sign paint sold in the peninsula,
bought at a drastic reduction. I liked the colour, getting the last two cans.
The other half of the blue work table came together to make a four by eight surface.
Those are decorative, retro Camel cigarette cans, used to hold business cards, a nice filing system.
Two are for cards from the past, and two are for more recent additions.
I bought eight at first, four blue and four beige, but friends seeing them made me give the beige ones away.
They wanted them to store reservation cigarettes, bought in bundles in plastic bags.
The cassette holder under the Sony unit is a memento of a friend who passed away two years ago.
The eight Spiderman lunchbox style boxes, made of metal, stamped a little 3D,
are computer disc holders, my computer off to the right. I got them at a ridiculous price when Kresge's went under.
You can imagine why they weren't selling as lunch boxes, if they're a size for holding discs.
There are two different graphics, using four for my personal enjoyments, music, art, anything,
and four for the political and legal stuff.
Wandering around down one day, in a holding mode, I found another Spiderman lunch box that was different,
having a Spider sense graphic, saying he was using it to fight evil in his city. That made me feel better,
and was another ridiculous price, Woolco, a derivative of Woolworth's, going under.
The briefcase behind everything holds cassettes friends made of bands and jams I was in, souvenirs.
The blue board to the left, on the other side, hangs all my rulers and measuring devices.
The Van Gogh poster, a Dollarama purchase, represents my biggest art influence as a teenager,
seeing Van Gogh as drawing with paint, and painting vistas of nature and countrysides outside,
what I still like to do.
The white foam board is part of the Van Gogh divider for the wall behind so things don't fall behind the blue table,
and acts as a kind of nightlight in the dark when I'm reaching to use the Sony unit.
The whole blue table is propped up by road cases for speakers I use that I don't use road cases for any more.
Tobacco and my Scottish metabolism!
I can't smoke cigarettes. When I take two or three inhalations,
that feel like a club hitting my lungs half-way down my chest,
I start to feel pins and needles at the back of my scalp,
the glands in my throat start to act up and juice up my mouth,
and then I start vomiting.
I can smoke a bonfire and sit by campfires and enjoy that.
My parents also taught me to hold my breath when I'm walking around cars,
trying not to inhale the exhaust. I still do that and avoid walking along busy roads.
The Camel cigarette trays bring back memories for me too, why I bought them.
My parents stopped taking me to my one aunt and uncle's house,
when I was the only child walking and talking, the eldest of three brothers,
because they came in to see me rolling cigarettes for my aunt,
using tobacco from a Camel cigarette tin she used.
A recent movie about Arabia when Americans first recognized the oil patches on the sand,
featured a lot of camel action, an animal I admired as a child reading National Geographic.
Despite all my Scottish talk, I only have a yearning to visit Egypt.
My parents sent to the New Zealand government for information about moving there,
when I was in grade two or three, a dream of theirs.
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