So, it turns out that the second bedroom upstairs (which was closed up during the fire) is full of surprises.
First, in the poor light that has been available to me upstairs to date, it looked like everything was pretty much same as ever... but, now that I have managed to get to the shades/blinds (yes, the room was THAT full of stuff I needed to sort through and file away in "save" and "trash" piles) I see that nothing in there has survived.
Second, I found my Pictionary and Scattegories games. They're not that much worse for wear, so they will be two of the very few things I'll be keeping from that room.
No beds, no love seat, no... well, pretty much no anything that was in there. I'll only save it if it seems just heartless not to keep it--or foolish.
Now I have no bed. So watch this space (and my facebook) for your opportunity to get rid of stuff you were just going to have to pay someone to haul away. When I get a place lined up, I'll make a list of everything I could use, and you--yes, YOU--could have the chance to get rid of your practically new but really worthless junk! Or the old junk, even.
And here's the moment from this whole thing that killed me a little inside: The last thing my mom ever bought for me (a sort of winter vest thingy) is toast--actually it's half of the last thing she ever bought me, but I already knew the shirt was toast.
So it goes.
To quote Death in Terry Pratchett's Hogfather,
THERE IS A PLACE WHERE TWO GALAXIES HAVE BEEN COLLIDING FOR A MILLION YEARS, said Death, apropos of nothing. DON'T TRY TO TELL ME THAT'S RIGHT.
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