maybe you'd like to see some mold
step into my office...
behold my former desk.
and my shelves full o' moldy books.
this was the nursery. one of the things on the floor is the wooden dollhouse that I put together when Nash was 2.
and then there are the classrooms, full of things that several years worth of children made and used.
so, yeah. that's what I did saturday, for as much as I could stand anyway, taking out two shelves of books and some story baskets that had escaped unscathed, a few odds and ends of art supplies, but not much. it's hard to be there, and I don't plan to go back anytime soon. it's hard to see. and to smell. touching is out of the question.