This morning I took the handful of little notes by the phone and stuck to the fridge and entered the information in the spiral notebook I'm keeping for this stuff. Tossed the little scraps of paper. Yesss!

Liz, my organic guy insists that its an old wives' tale to think that dog or cat poop is different than any other kind. In the compost, it all breaks down. I've been dropping the poo in there for years, with no harmful effects. There is a lot of other stuff going in as well, leaves, dirt, weeds, grass. It gets thoroughly mixed and broken down.

I have lots of fancy crystal glasses and depression glass, inherited from a great aunt's home--about which I know very little. Much of it is still packed away, but I've gradually pulled some out to put on display on shelves in the living room and some on top of the kitchen cabinets, tipped up against the wall so it can be seen from below. A friend flew back to Connecticut to help me pack up some of the family stuff, and we actually decided to pack a trunk of depression glass as an investment--I didn't really care for it but I could sell it. I guess I should poke around to see where it got to. (And who knows, I'll probably like it now.)

SRS