The house is currently undergoing some floor renovations, which
require a complete clear-out of the first floor. Since all of our
possessions seem to be stored at this level, the second floor has become
what Grand-maman Lili refers to as a
grand barda. This morning, I
had to squeeze myself in a cranny between a mountain of boxes taller
than myself and a wall, then crawl under a mattress just to get to my
clothes. Among the strange things that have resurfaced during the move: a
framed school picture featuring no member of the family, an over sized
rubber fist, and a porcelain effigy of Garfield.
See if you can find R.C in this picture.
