I never did make it into town last week.
But some time over the weekend, it occurred to me that my piano stool, while old and worn, is most definitely somewhere to sit. As you can see, the piano is also old and worn. Well - it was secondhand when my mother bought it, and I can remember her playing and singing to me when I first moved out of the nursery the three of us shared into my own bedroom. So lets say it's been in our family at least 40 years, and has moved house several times. The piano stool is even older - it came from my grandmother. The raising and lowering screw no longer works, but it's the right height for me, so all is well...
That dock - oh my, I wish I were there. I've never even seen one that big. You should see the one on the lake where we honeymooned - microscopic in comparison.