…the girls wake me up for brekfest. As I get the gooshyfuds out of the fridge I start hearing a high pitched electronic whine eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…it seemed to be coming from the corner of the kitchen cabinets with the microwave, so I unplugged it, but the noise was still thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…it seemed to be coming from inside the cabinet, so I started digging around in the pots and pans, thinking "if Mom and Dad get up and see me with my head in the cabinets at 2am they're going to think I'm crazy. Unless they confirm hearing the noise in which case I'll know I'm not crazy. Unless I'm crazy." Turns out that back in the corner where things get lost there was an old electronic kitchen timer giving its last scream–I took the battery out and blessed silence descended. The good news was that somewhere deep in the cabinet I found all the parts to my food mill, last used in the '90s.
So Mom and Dad are visiting. Mom cleaned my room–she said it was "fun" bringing order out of chaos. She wants me to sort through my shoes:
Dad made a new base for the dollhouse my grandfather made for my mother and aunts, back in the 1930s.
In the back are drawers for the assorted dollhouse furniture. It still has the original curtains–it took three rinses in OxyClean to make them cream-color, not Isabella brown. I threw out the original thumbtacks that were holding them up because they were pretty clearly full of tetanus.