I guess that I will never know. There are some Christmas
lights, I am told and boxes that have never been unpacked.

When we bought this house in 2009, the storage shed was
packed with old tax returns and old diaries and year books.
It took a while to dispose of them. I unearthed a portrait
of a baby, circa early twentieth century and some needle
point that I kept. I thought they were charming.

The only access to the attic is by ladder and it is floored
and lighted. Ted's brother who is a good carpenter and built
his own lovely home is going to do some work for me after
Christmas and I want him to put one of those pull down ladders
out there. The extension ladder out there now scares me.
I am like a cat..going up is ok, it is the coming down
that is a problem. In the meantime, curious is my middle
name.

I have a zillion projects fomenting. I can't wait to
get started.