Monday, September 7, 2020

Out Of Place

Behind this door is where we keep the cleaning stuff. 
You would think for as often as I find this door just hanging open, my house was the cleanest ever made.  But, I think instead they just come by here and open the door to drive me mad. 

And, no wonder I can never find any tape around here. 


Also out of place, Army tech departments to fix computer batteries.  I'm pretty sure they don't want Patric taking apart his own computer, yet here we are.  The gifted screwdriver set, one of the best gifts ever. 


Out of place now--the dried herbs.  
It is time to take them down, yet we never seem to get to it. 
The children call us the witches now. 

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