| John Jay takes inventory of everything around him, constantly. He can find the smallest item new to a table top or holiday decorations (don’t get me started). His new obsession is ice chips. I don’t mind. I know the ice chips will melt, wherever he stashes them – between books, under couch pillows, through the large holes of crocheted blankets piled next to a rocking chair. Ice chips are far better for caching, as I often find dog kibble, peanuts, and buttons throughout my home. |
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