I woke up at one point in the night, when Liz gave me a slice of cheesecake. Which I ate, and then promptly went back to sleep. Woke up again shortly after midnight, when someone in the neighborhood set off some firecrackers. Kissed Liz. Then fell asleep again.
The fireplace in the office had a really loose mantel. After moving it to one side, we discovered a treasure trove of lost/forgotten things that had slipped away from view. Some items were from 20 years ago, some were more than 50 years old.
Found this while scanning through old photos on my phone. My wife is a troublemaker.
When I tried to use the camera itself, something was off – as it wasn’t quite working properly. I got it to beep a few times, but mostly it seemed to tell me there was nothing on any of the memory cards.
While looking into a space where the pocket doors area, Bob reached in and found this bit of newspaper – lodged pretty far inside.
Over the course of our time in the basement, I kept taking my knife out and putting it back in my pocket. Later that night, as I was upstairs changing out of my work clothes, I pulled not one but TWO pocket knives!
Spotted this on the way to work, and I have to say… I’m stumped. I assume the same person placed these items here, and I’m trying to figure out any kind of narrative that connects them.
Spotted this on my walk home, after stopping off at the grocery store. I couldn’t see inside the bag, but the note itself made me chuckle. I liked it so much, I had to set all my bags down so I could take this photo.
“The cornerstone (or foundation stone) concept is derived from the first stone set in the construction of a masonry foundation, important since all other stones will be set in reference to this stone, thus determining the position of the entire structure.”
I didn’t see any kids around, and given some of the water damage I spotted… my best guess is that this has been sitting for some time. Possibly left here the day before, on someone’s way home.
Mother
I have go(ne) to the little store because you would not take me to the store. I going to get a pop(sicle)
Marianne
Spotted this over the weekend. Guessing this is one of the many cottonwood seeds that drifted down all around our house, a few weeks ago.
Looking around inside, Bob and I weren’t sure what the tools were for. There was a small assortment of springs, some oil…
What’s striking to me is that it seems like the same hand wrote both names. But equally puzzling is both names are misspelled.
I was looking through my “Drafts” in WordPress the other day – and scanning the small group of blog posts I had sitting there. Sometimes, I have an idea or concept that I’ll jot down, and maybe paste in a few links. I always plan on going back to these drafts and turning them into full-on posts, but sometimes I forget and they just sit there.