Domestic Archaeology

Whenever family is here--which isn't often--they leave me little remembrances of their presence.  I usually don't discover these things until days or weeks after they've left.  The last archaeological "dig" revealed socks that my grandson had kicked off his feet a year ago.  A year!  They were buried in the couch cushions and were only discovered when my new cleaning gal found them as she vacuumed under there.  (Shows you how often I do that!)

To be honest, no house guests are free of the sin of leaving things behind, but my grandson wins the prize.  Virtually every time he is here--about once a year--he leaves a trail of socks.  He was just here last week.  I was determined to keep vigil to make sure that both he and his socks made it home intact.  I made him check under the couch and under his bed.  Victory!  Or so I thought.  I delivered him to his father at a meeting spot in northern Indiana at the end of our visit on Saturday.  On Sunday, I discovered a balled-up Ryan sock on the fireplace hearth.  Whaaaat????  How did we not see that??  It's as if Ryan is a modern-day Hansel, but instead of leaving a trail of breadcrumbs to find his way back to Grandma's, he leaves a trail of socks!

So far, the domestic archaeology has only revealed his comb and one sock, but I haven't really looked yet.  Who knows what other treasures I may find?