- one old toilet brush. *shudder*
- three fitted sheets. twin beds are a thing of the past!
- one rock. yes, another one.
- one orange sweater. sadly unflattering.
- one sports helmet. for a very tiny head.
- a rock. obsidian, but still a rock.
- a tube of fizzy rehydration formula. that tastes like grape cough syrup.
- a pdx carpet jack o'lantern. yes, we did.
- a popsicle stick sculpture. or at least structure.
- a tube of mascara. masquerading as a marker and hiding among the pens.
- two rocks. yes, friends, more rocks.
- a box of junior mints. i really love junior mints.
- a paper rocket. cool!
- textbook. old edition. one wonders where they all end up.
- another broken flashlight. i just want one that works.
- one map. i am unlikely to start bike commuting anytime soon.
- seven little rocks. she may be doing this on purpose.
- anxiety. this may last.
- eight rocks. i have taken to tossing them out the kitchen window.
- one piece kid art. sweet, but not memorable.
- two magnets. useful, but not pretty.
- two. more. rocks. i am not making this up.
- nine rocks. i could devote an entire blog to the rocks.
- a flamboyant green purse. which seemed possible in p.r. but isn't in portland.
- four brown bottles and an oval stone. beck tribute.
- a black shirt. the inadvisability of owning a shirt that can only be worn under something...
- a three-hole punch. the binder kind. inferior.
- twine. cheap twine. plastic twine.
- six rocks. seriously, enough with the rocks in the house.
- five more books. must keep striking while this iron remains hot.
- a picture frame. another case of put it up or put it out.
- a rock. surely other houses are not plagued by rocks in this manner?
- a magazine. snuck into the recycling while no one was looking.
- one rock. a giant one that was (ma)lingering under the bed.
- three books. how on earth did the novelization of sabrina the teenage witch ever make it into this house?
- the stub ends of: a candle, a pencil, a clif bar.
- a rock. a very cool one, which i'm sure we will not miss.
- a tiny flower pot. recyclable? reusable? trash? rule one of throwing away: don't pretzel your brain over five ounces of garbage.
- another rock. seriously?
- reusable shopping bag. with holes. now less recyclable than either paper or plastic.
- a magazine. not mine, but i am stealthily reducing the community piles.
- one pair snowboard boots. they don't get worn out when you only get to go a few times a year.
- rock. button. pencil sharpener. plastic craft needle. okay, they're small, but in the way.
- one rear windshield. pretty suddenly.
- one rock. gifted, not discarded.
- five rubber whales. but just very little ones.
- two more little notebooks.
- another ball.
- another rock.
- another magnifying glass. repetition is the soul of success, in this endeavor.
- a bar of soap. you'd think high-end hotels would have nice-smelling soap.
- a mattress cover. extra.
- a rock. found in the dryer.
- two books. no more books than shelf space allows.
- a metal plate. for an electrical project, perhaps?
- a coloring book. eric carle, a good one.
- a potato baking sack. surprisingly useful, though underused.
- a metal staple. doesn't seem useful, all by itself.
- a small white rock. they slip in at the open windows, in pants pockets, in palms no one is paying attention to.
- a rock. yellow, glass.
- a green scarf. finger-knitted.
- a blue beaded scarf decoration thingy. super cool, languishing on a distant shelf.
- a plastic flower pot. surely they are all gone now.
- an outdoor solar globe. maybe left too much in the weather.
- two river rocks. smooth and lovely.
- one roll of transfer tape. which is useful only if you are working with vinyl stickers.
- two pages of stickers. for a ski helmet. which clearly needs decorating.
- one empty round burt's bees tin. i have searched for a reason to keep this.
- one small glass stone. nice to touch.
- one giant glass pickle jar. seemed like i would use it for something.
- two painted glasses. prototypes.
