Mom has her office upstairs and off the room is a large walk-in attic filled with all the Junque my pawrents will eventually get rid of, but "not right now." Stuff like complete bed ensembles with matching quilts, skirts, pillow shams, lamp shades and even shower curtains...stuff like treasured books, a zillion half-written manuscripts, Beanie Babies (remember those, most of ours went to children's shelters). Stuff like Christmas decor, Halloween tombstones and giant spiders. Stuff like...a 1960s exercise bike that Dad felt he had to haul all the way from his pawrent's basement in Michigan to Kentucky where we lived, where it sat in the garage unused, and then was moved to Pensacola where it sat unused in the garage for another 6 months until it finally moved to where we live now...and ended up in the attic...still unused.