It may be an old injury but it is bothering you today. The logic of the insurance folks is non-existent, isn't it? They always say "no" first.

This morning I gathered up tile fragments that had been dropped over the back fence. I don't remember why, but it didn't disappear into the landscape so since someone is coming to get tile scraps I dug out of shelves in the garage they might as well have what amounts to about two more shoeboxes (volume) of this; it's all from the same tile work in the house.

The last of the French cobalt tumblers left the front porch this morning, now is the time to turn to vintage Libbey Duratuff Gibraltar in various lovely colors. I am glad to see robust sales of it on eBay. Years ago I was planning to sell things on eBay as a regular side business, but got sidetracked. I'll have to decide, as I sell all of this stuff now, if it is worthwhile to resume shopping for items at thrift stores and estate sales. For now though, no.

I'm considering keeping a Scandinavian tine bent wood box that came from my Mom's house. I didn't know what it was until I started researching it; the box may have been a housewarming gift when she moved to Ballard (a Norwegian neighborhood of Seattle) after she retired. With all of the stuff around here, there aren't that many Norwegian artifacts from my childhood. This could be a memento with a story (I'll have to ask my sister.)

More heat wave today, so the work continues indoors. I did the tile retrieval this morning when it was still cool.