• a black sweater. so i only wore it once. five bucks, not so bad.
• a pair of reading glasses. my fourth-best, barley held together with safety pins.
• a clay cup. might inspire me to be sentimental if i could remember which child made it.
• a paperback. part of an art project which has fallen by the wayside.
• three shopping bags. some people keep these, and seem to find them useful.

• that green raincoat. because i got a brand new beautiful grey one.
• two t-shirts. you would think i would be fresh out of t-shirts, but they keep rolling in.
• two books. neither of which i loved.

• a plastic i.d./reward card. these things seriously piss me off.
• a whole lot of bank statements. that shredder was a good investment.
• a tiny broken teapot. for which i will surely get in trouble, if caught.

five more books. there will always be five more books.

a small cat.
a small rabbit.
a very small dog.
a very small seal.
a very small lizard. volume isn't everything.

• a pile of plastic bags. not so necessary now that i no longer have a dog.
• a book. frida kahlo for first graders. brilliant.
• three paint brushes. we have a lot of paint brushes.
• a piece of hardware. part of a doorknob?
• a box of stationery. wish we used more of this.

• one jar of polyethylene glycol. you would throw it away too.
• one cookbook. i know it's probably sacrilegious, but i get all my recipes from the internet.
• one cloth wine carrier. if were to buy twelve bottles at once, they would come in a nice cardboard box.
• two more books. i belong to the greatest library system in the country.