We have this pile in our garage. It’s the (“Will you please sort through that pile today?” pleads my husband.) pile. It’s full of…stuff. Stuff from cleaning out my car, stuff I’ve bought for future birthday presents, stuff like that new (possibly unnecessary, but definitely needed) clothing purchase I am not ready to tell my budget savvy husband about. Just stuff.
I lost a bag of groceries about two weeks ago. It vanished! Unbeknownst to me, the bag had somehow wiggled its way into the pile of stuff. The recovery mission was too late. The applesauce and baby food survived. The strawberries did not.