I am sorry.

The strangest things I’ve managed to have in my living room is an unassembled barbecue that has been sitting in the corner for about four weeks now (takes two sets of hands, and my helpful volunteers seem to back out of the project at the last minute), and an as-of-yet unattached corner bookshelf that the carpenter – a very nice, yet exceedingly busy man who is doing this for me on the cheap as a favor – keeps putting aside in favor of higher paying work. And I haven’t been able to deny knowing how they got there, because I am unfortunately keenly aware of both their origin and their persistent presence.

_{Somewhere I do have a digital clock in the shape of a large ceramic owl, with the hours displayed in one eye and the minutes in the other eye. A gift from a foreign friend. Must find that…}

Moving this over to the “giving up” column. :( Ah, well, it did sound like fun.