• one old toilet brush. *shudder*
• three fitted sheets. twin beds are a thing of the past!
• one rock. yes, another one.

• one more piece of muddy tupperware. no more plastic containers.
• two bottles of dried up tempera paint. living in the garage for some reason.
• some very pink ribbon. ghastly.
• most of an outdoor solar light. the rest is likely under ground by now.

• five artists' business cards. sorry paper, digital connection is the law of the land.

one can of the finally dried up remains of that ugly pink paint. in the end everyone hated it.
one can of rust-infused ceiling paint. because ceilings are the worst.
the pot that caught fire. good memories but yuck.
two composite flower pots. hope someone wants them because they may exist for a thousand years.

• a mug. beloved, and one of a pair. seems cruel to separate them, but then there is the chip.
• several batteries. apparently they lose their juice simply sitting on a shelf. slackers.

• a jar of hair...stuff. must have used it once upon a time.
• six oddly-shaped post-it pads. i live in a post-post-it world.

• one cloth shopping bag. less durable than the paper ones, which kind of makes you mad.
• one green glass. my fave. an accidental divestment.
• faith in humanity. fortunately this is a renewable resource.
• one glass pitcher. lovely and unused.
• an eyeglass case. these seem to be breeding in my drawers.