When I look at older pictures of family and friends, I find myself peering at the backgrounds: kitchens, living rooms, bedrooms. Odd memories are triggered by the sight of long disappeared place-mats or floor tiles.
It occurred to me a few weeks back that there are little details about this apartment building that will vanish from my memory -- unless I do something about it.
So I snapped this photo of the doorstop in the laundry-room downstairs. There's probably some story about it that I'll never know.
FIST FLOWERS OF DOOM
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Ahh, Spring! The air is crisp, the flowers are blooming, and the garden
slugs are JUST peeking out from their hidey holes:
...in our cakes.
Ew.
Maybe we...
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