We've moved. Last night was a search for the bag of my shoes, the missing box of kitchen implements, and two missing library DVDs. I found my shoes.
I also found a couple of boxes of Graham's army clothes, a box labeled "another cunning way of saying books," actually about a third full of books, my bathrobe which has been missing since we had the flood in December, a box of Gwen's mother's art which also included a poster from the classroom of a teacher who died when I was in her class, the box with my light-up Moon, and several boxes now labeled "misc. stuff of Graham's" and so forth which didn't get gone through more thoroughly because I was on a mission. At least now I know which ones need sorting.
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Gillian
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"