Barely home from his weekend and Pop is back doing his home improvementy thing. The problem is that he seldom actually improves anything, and it is so much noise and hassle. Today he is set on replacing all the coverings he has on the patio table and the kitchen table, which is, like, about a half-dozen each. It feels like so much effort is spent to go backwards. His intentions are good, his energy level at 71 is admirable, but his know-how is like that of a slow twelve-year-old. And, sadly, I got all my know-how from him. But I don’t bother messing with things. Do no harm!, I always say.