Valerie!

I brought home a giant box of photographs that I’d stored at the office.  How giant?  It could hold the HP 2100 laser printer.  It could come close to holding the air conditioner.  It has at least the cubic volume of the largest of my computer cases.

It’s getting crowded in here, and the kids keep making it worse faster than I can keep up.  To hang the curtain on the window that needs it most, I must move a bunch of stuff.  The cart the new scanner/printer will go on has to go partially in front of the window/air conditioner, for which a spare chair will first have to move.

I had put the box of pictures up on its side, top facing a bookcase, figuring with what little the kids are in here, they’d leave it alone until I could do something better; probably find space in the closet.

Then I had to change Valerie, which happens on the floor just inside the door of the office, which has made things interesting now that the office door usually stays closed.  She was playing with the tape on the bottom of the box while being changed.  I caught on and told her to leave it alone.

A short time later, Sadie, who can open the door, left Valerie in here by herself for a few minutes.

At first it looked like she had moved the box and opened the top, but Valerie finished peeling the tape of the bottom, strewing half the contents out onto the floor in the doorway of the office, and when she got out of the room, triumphantly bringing a photo with her.

Ones that were in boxes from the film developer (mainly I used Ritz, back in the day) weren’t necessarily in boxes anymore.  One that were together weren’t necessarily anymore.  They didn’t want to fit back into the box, either.  Which was more understandable once I discovered I was shoveling them back into the bottom.

This is classic Valerie.

This is also why scanning any pictures of particular importance to me is self-defense.

Posted by on 09/09 at 10:21 AM

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