Packing my parents for a move to assisted living. Packing your parents is emotional and you find weird shit. I found cookies my mom had hidden in her closet years ago. Her vibrator. A file of Georges Brassens song lyrics. Drawings I made as a kid, and she made as a kid. Here's a quilt she made of my drawings. And a pile of teeth. https://octodon.social/media/u_sKACLblxBCAMTQ8Ig https://octodon.social/media/x4guzw2FoTZOUlzgKtU https://octodon.social/media/fPOIiMx36JEyDVb2x0U