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.
"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!"