When settling into a previously owned house, you never really know what you might find while getting moved in.
There are the usual finds… old paint cans, discarded Christmas ornament hooks that buried themselves in the back of closets, unneeded tools in the back of the shed. That sort of thing. We’ve found several of those.
The previous owners here left every owners manual for every appliance and tool that they ever purchased in their entire 28-year stay. Which is awesome. They filed them methodically in alphabetical order in accordion files. One for the house, one for the garage. We’ve been going through them in our ‘spare time’.
Occasionally we find other things in there, too. Papers for the homeowners association. The rough draft for a job advertisement for a position open 16 years ago.
Mr. Caffienated came in the other day waving a sheaf of papers, and said rather breathlessly, “I think we’ve moved into a war zone!”
I immediately had horrible thoughts of lawsuits. “War zone?”
“No, really. Take a look!”
I think these people took their fireworks seriously.
Seriously seriously. As in “blow-$1,000-in-one-night” seriously.
What kind of people make a spreadsheet of their firework purchases for the year, take notes while they’re blowing up the lawn, and then manage to save them for years afterwards??
… Where are they having the party this year, and can we get an invitation?