Happily the steamer trunk has found a home, and not in Mom's apartment. We swapped it for a jar of homemade blackberry-cherry preserves, and got the better deal by far.
That whole (short) episode reminded me that when I left Ryan talking to some nice 4-H'ers at the fair this summer, we ended up with a chicken.
There may be some kind of pattern here.
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