There are many things that occur in this house that I have no explanation for.  Sometimes (okay, often times) “the borrowers” of the house move things that I know I left right there.  There are funny noises that are ever-present in an old house (ours was built in 1913).  In short, the usual list of maladies.

Then there are the happenings that I know the origin of, and yet still have no words.  For example, I know where this hideous pink feather monstrosity came from, I just have no words to express my feelings about this picture.

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