Day 7: Box of wooden blocks and miscellaneous toys

Ahhh, now we're getting to the good stuff. This box has been kicking around the garage forever. It is full of small toys that were in a toy storage shelf I bought at a yard sale last summer, exactly the sort of miscellania that torments me. Depending on who's been playing where, preschooler or husband, I am forever going about our house picking up mysterious plastic bits that are probably essential to the function of some expensive children's toy OR mysterious pieces of hardware that are probably essential to the function of one of our home appliances. Both make me nuts, especially when my means of finding them is via vulnerable bare foot bottom.

Anyway, I retrieved this box from the garage, but only by opening one of the two overhead garage doors and going in that way; I knew approximately where it was located inside the craplock and could not get there from the regular door. We try to avoid opening the overhead doors because -- this is embarrassing -- so much stuff is crammed in our garage that sometimes things just kind of topple over into the driveway when the big doors are opened, or even if they don't sometimes we can't get the door to shut again because the automatic sensors sense stuff is in the way. One of these days I'm going in there and kick some detritus ass. It's not going to be pretty.

Offered on Freecycle, only two requests. They went to a woman who wrote a sweet, brief story about playing trains with her little boy and wishing for blocks to build a town to go with the trains.