Since Double Daddy's and my room took the brunt of the blow, all our dresser-top possessions were rapidly scooped into a sturdy plastic bag by a recovery team in the days following the incident. (We could not physically--and certainly, dared not---enter the space that night. Most of our personal day-to-day items---watches, earrings, recent kids' artwork, etc.----were atop that dresser.)
The bag obtaining those possessions (as well as a generous portion of plaster chunks, 1920's insulation, branches, leaves, broken glass, and the like) has sat sealed in our "relocation" house dining room for quite literally, months.
The idea of opening that sack---exposing the assumed stench, debris, and likely loss of special belongings---had been daunting enough to postpone it, until now.
Sunday's stunning weather facilitated an outdoor, fresh air sifting and searching; it seems many, if not most, of the objects will be cleanable, and salvageable.
None the least of which, my locket....
Even though things are "just things," a few precious recoveries Make My Monday.
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