Today it's:
Bags of dried dog-poo, left hidden on the hot tub cover.
(No wonder I thought the dogs had messed on the back porch back when the kids lived here. Sorry Snickers & Doodles... wasn't your fault.)
Box of maxi-pads under the bed in the front bedroom.
( Those kids didn't do the least bit of due-diligence when packing.
Wonder what I can adapt those to be used as/for?)
More half used bottles of water, under bed, on porch, in Toy Hauler.
( This is a continuing mystery. WHY so many stashed around?)
An itinerary on hotel letterhead.
( Another former visitor, who was oh-so busy with many things AND people... Much more "busy" than I knew at the time.)
Bricka bracka set out in other homes and earlier versions of this livingroom.
(Some fond memories & pics coming back to be displayed. They'd been lovingly wrapped by several former GF's. Thanks for that!)
There's more, but I just get more and more maudlin...
Anyway, to those who've passed my way in happy & sad times/circumstances:
