When I urge you to salvage and re-use old stuff, I'm not really suggesting that you find a purpose for the elastic from worn-out underwear or empty prescription bottles. That would be fine, but I'm thinking primarily of less literal, more poetic reclamation projects. Like dusting off faded dreams and refitting them with futuristic replacement parts. Or planting an October garden of earthly delights in the compost of July's and August's discarded pleasures. Or retooling a relationship that has lost its way, transforming it into a vibrant connection with a new reason for being.