Hey, free ornaments!
I know some people get sick to death of holiday details, but wouldn’t you want to save some of those ornaments? No doubt there’s a story here that I really don’t want to know. As I’ve mentioned before: We live in an odd neighborhood.
Mom: The woman who has everything
It just ain’t Christmas without the kids
Morning on the water
In the Bleak Midwinter
‘Quiet!’ the introvert angels sing …
That IS odd. Everything that’s still good enough to use again goes in plastic storage boxes in the shed at our house.
I would have grabbed a few, but we’re pretty well fixed for ornaments. And fake trees.
I think there IS a story there, and probably not a very happy one. Doesn’t is tickle all those fiction-writing instincts of yours? You could spin a pretty good yarn about this if you put your mind to it. Hmmm, I may give it a shot, myself!
Now that you mention it, there was blood leaking from one of those trash bags …
Ah, I think I know this one… that’s out in front of that former thrift store at 4th and Market. They just cleaned out of there about a week ago, and in a hurry, and there’s a “for lease” sign up in the window. The way it went down gave the distinct impression it wasn’t voluntary on the part of the former residents. There’s been various thrift-store detritus on the curb off and on for about week.
It does speak of a hasty departure, doesn’t it? I used to hope something cool would occupy that space, but it doesn’t seem likely.