Although I don’t really put great care into writing my blog entries, I admire people who do. Every once in a while I read a post and I just want to say “cool”. Here’s one:

Moving out

I was skeptical most of the drive from Brooklyn down the Garden State Parkway. My sister was defecting to suburban New Jersey, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

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Working there today felt like an archeological dig. Rolled up in the rug alone we found a playing card, a matchbox car, pennies, a pen, gum wrappers, a Monopoly piece. We found a Christmas picture that had slipped behind the floorboard heater. A sticker with a child’s handwriting remained on the side of the fridge. We could see that brackets nailed to a doorway once secured a baby gate. An angel ornament hung from a chandelier. It was as if the house was trying to tell us the stories of the family that had left it, in an effort to ready itself for a new set of people, a new set of stories.

In the ceiling we found evidence of another family that lived in the house: an entire, intact mouse skeleton lay in a pile of dust, its small white teeth jutting from the skull, its long tailbone yellow and curled. My brother and I stopped pulling apart the ceiling to examine it closely, with wonder. My sister grimaced and scribbled “glue traps” onto her shopping list.

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