A few years ago, high winds sailed my favorite picnic table into Jan's "rock necklace", and being safety glass, promptly exploded into, say, 1 or 2 million little bits of glass. We spent the entire next summer retrieving them.
Our new table is cast iron, and even hurricane Irene couldn't budge it.
But it is 2" higher, and eating at it was like being in kindergarden. Being the engineering genius that I am, I carefully measured and removed 4 patio bricks (no simple feat), dropped the table feet into the new space, and voila! Back in business.
Of course, you can no longer move the table, but there are sacrifices in life.
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