The weekend was mainly spent in unpacking/cleaning/moving
furniture as the sequel
to our recent move. Things are
going quite well; most of the disorder is limited
one room at this point.
You may recall in a previous episode my alarming discovery:
that my husband's platonic friend had filled our attic
with her debris. I went up there like a fury to organize
the stuff so that we, too, could use the space (!).
As I shifted things about, I found a man's hat (!), and
then a box of mens shoes (quite large), and the light
began to break upon me: that this stuff was
not in fact the unwanted belongings of Miss Platonic
Friend, but things pertaining to the owner of the
house himself. Gosh. And I had been
such a heel to her (behind her back, of course).