His work isn't exactly unassisted, as his table surface is uneven (the child-size table and chair my grandparents gave me when I was 4 or 5 are too big for him now), and nevermind that the room is so crooked that everything rolls to the windows, regardless. So you see The Hand come in frequently to wrangle loose pieces. He also is new at sitting chair-style without a back. The "chair" actually is a plastic storage box with two folded tablecloths on it. The "table" is a handmade wooden crate I bought at a rural garage sale in northern Michigan in 1985, that has moved with me to the 15 different places (maybe more?) I've lived since then. I think I got my three bucks' worth—Rye uses it every day now.
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