Yesterday my daughter came downstairs with me where the few remaining items to be sold are stacked on the bookshelves. She grabbed up some Bulgarian wooden dolls that have garnered no interest on craigslist, and I decided she might as well play with them.
Today I found a chunk of wood in our bay window seat. What was it from? One of the carved wood trinkets I’d been toting around in my knick-knack box for the past ten plus years. The dog had made it into her chew toy. Now to its rightful home, the garbage can.