There are still boxes left to be unloaded. All six are packed full of papers, photographs, decorative items, and a hodgepodge of whatnot from batteries to ballpoint pens. These are the boxes of stuff I did not know what to do with before we moved. Somehow, I thought they would have a home once we found our new one. Not so much. I wonder how the new Homeowner's Association regards backyard bonfires?