Ohio...

THINGS seem to insist on moving in with me. No-- not a buying temptation: little shelves with pegs must have snuck into my car when I was helping Trish move last week; also my weekend houseguest left a hardshell carry-on rolling bag (probably full of the clean clothes for her next stop with family). In the guestroom. I'd asked three times if she wanted help.... "No, see, I didn't really bring much," she said as she left with a tote bag, paper bag, and purse.

I wonder which one will call me first. I've wanted shelves exactly like those; I wonder how long I have to wait before putting them up?

Last visit here, it was a mysterious backpack that turned up in my unlocked car, which eventually turned out to belong to a highschooler two towns west. (Which I returned thru the afterschool boot camp discipline program I found via their note to his mother, inside the pack.)

Then of course there was all the stuff the sellers left here for me to deal with, and the stuff I continue to find left after the August move-out of the housemates.

WTF. Maybe I'm meant to run a home resale business out of our garage. Don't really want to!

I'm putting a new note into the Guest Guide; "Your lost and found may be my Goodwill."

~S~