Jilara (jilara) wrote,

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Yes, my mind is echoing, lately...

I have been Looking for Things. One of the main ones the past week has been family photos. Okay, how can you mislay fairly good-sized boxes and albums? I found a bunch of Father's stuff that my brother had passed along to me, recently, but that was it. No archival photos from the 19th/early 20th centuries. No photos of Mother or her family at all. I am now officially bothered. I'm sure I must have put them somewhere "safe," but where I have no clue.

While I was at it, I also noticed a book that was missing from its usual spot. Now, since it was under the exflorescing sewer pipe in the basement, I'm sure I must have moved it to somewhere less likely to get damaged if the pipe ever gives up the ghost, but where? Again, not a clue.

One thing about the photo search was it took me into the small storage room off the basement. Ahem. The cat has been using this as a giant cat box, for some time it would seem. I wonder if this was a statement from when I switched to the really good, non-stink cat litter. I'm going to have to clean this place out, but I think I might need a gas mask... I think this qualifies as Hobbes being a little s**t about things.
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