Today my parents went to the Wooden Duck in Berkeley. My father always dreamed the Wooden Duck has magic furniture at an excellent price. I guess he was a bit dissappointed. The furniture is nice, but seems mostly about the ‘reclaimed wood’ ethic, showing a rather rough surface finish. I’m glad he was able to go there though – he always seemed to talk about it like it had some magic. Maybe he should stick to auctions since furniture is troublesome to move and seems not to command a high price. Or maybe he has enough already.
And papa didn’t get anything that will give me more food. I am not happy at all!
