Lost and Found.

This past weekend, Juliana took part in a charity garage sale.  Her group spent over six hours in the sun, first pulling all the good stuff out onto the curb, then selling all they could, and finally packing up the unsold stuff to be shipped off to various donation spots.

In preparation, we cleaned out at our house and added our stuff to the pile on Saturday morning.  There were probably hundreds of donated books in boxes and on the table when we added our small pile to the collection.

Can you imagine my surprise when one of the organizers approached me just as the sale began with two photo booth strips in her hand that had been discovered in one of my books?

It's strange how I had completely forgotten that they existed and, if they hadn't been found, I would never have missed them.

And yet, I was at a loss for words when she brought them to me.

Serendipity, or what?

April 2003