Turning a corner.

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Shelves are being built in the cluttered dungeon cellar.

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And a corner is being turned.

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Even if it is with bits and pieces.

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On the wall to the right?

This.

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I’d like to tell you my husband fishes.

I really would.

And once the corner is turned?

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Floor to ceiling useless piles of nonsense stuff.

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Anyone need an early 18th century Acadian child’s trundle bed on wheels?

No, the Maine State Museum didn’t either.

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32 thoughts on “Turning a corner.”

  1. Kibble! The very first thing that came to my mind. I always wondered what kibble looked like. Now I know. Thank you. (To your readers: You gotta be a Philip K. Dick fan for that one. I already know River is.)

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  2. The fishing rods… 😂

    Here the dude has given the fishing rods to my mom to store in her basement. I discovered this by accident because of course he didn’t tell me. I thought he got rid of them…🙄😐😭

    Looking forward to the finished and filled shelves.

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  3. For the Maine State Museum to have refused that early 18th century child’s trundle bed, someone must have offered it. I doubt that it was hubby, so it must have been either you or Lord Dudley (and he would be a stretch). So you might as well confess, because the cat’s out of the bag. 😀

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