Tomorrow, I'm driving up to NH with my sister. We're going to clean our crap out of our parents' house. They're finally selling it. (It's three stories and there are stairs to get in no matter where you enter, and my dad's been handicapped since the accident in 1986. He can manage--obviously he has for 20 years--it's just very difficult.) Anyway, there are treasures in the attic. And for some reason, my mom needs my permission to throw away the dollhouse that the cat used to shit in and the squirrels ruined when they ran the storage area. Some stuff I'll take to put on ebay. Surely there are a few things that I'd rather have than throw away. Of course, I'll freeze my sweet-patootie up there in the uninsulated garret in the New Hampshire winter. But the sooner my parents are in a single-story home, the better. It's the least I can do. If I find anything good, I'll let you know.