"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home — replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures — a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.
I don't know if I'll get the hang of blogging...
it seems rather like those tamigotchi toys — always eletronically crying, wanting to be fed (electrons!), needing a bath, feeling sick — almost a digital toddler, but of the extremely pesky type!