I bought a stack of spiral-bound notebooks with the hope of writing stories out on the patio.
But I haven’t written anything at all.
So, I tore out a sheet of paper, wadded it up, and threw it into a flowerpot.
I wadded up a few more sheets of paper and shot baskets.
Maybe I should get a tablet to write on?
Or a laptop?
So, I went to the store and picked up a basic Chromebook.
I turned it on, got everything loaded, and watched the screen for a while.
It ended up as a backboard for the flowerpot.