Clean Up

I don't know if it was too much vacation or missing my dog, but I was having a bit of a struggle getting back into blogging mode. So I cleaned the storage room. After two days, the nasty job is almost complete. The prize finds--my Christmas stocking that a friend's mother made 42 years ago and Birdie's Christmas stocking that my mother made. While these items had only been missing for two years, enough time had passed that they'd been replaced. So, now Birdie and I each have two Christmas stockings for Santa to fill 340 odd days from now. They were in a box labelled Mexico. That might explain why they, and a bunch of Christmas ornaments, were missing in action. My least desirable find--a dessicated pile of cat turds. The offending cat has been lounging in kitty heaven, or somewhere, for a year and a half. I'm sure she is disappointed that Big Guy didn't discover her souvenir as the two of them enjoyed a love-hate relationship. I also found Big Guy's forgotten first set of fishing supplies, still in the store bag. He replaced them with more hooks, sinkers and such last fall. Fished. Didn't catch much. Maybe he needs a new occassional hobby. He used to hunt dove. I found his hunting vest. It "shrank" to itty bitty size and is heading to Goodwill. Buried in an old school desk I found a handful of Girl Scout SWAPS. If you don't know what those are, ask a Girl Scout. And while you're asking, buy some cookies. Where I live, it's about one week away from cookie season. And it looks like I have found space in the storage room.