Because of the photo obsession Charlie had when he was younger, we stowed the photos away in boxes in the basement.
Because Charlie periodically went through everything in the basement, and 'had behaviors' due to the photos and stimming on them and staring at them, we put the boxes in the back of the black car.
Because we had a bike-riding birthday party for Charlie in Liberty State Park we needed to take an extra two bikes.
Because the black car has no bike rack but is a station wagon we took out the boxes and a few other items therein placed and put the two bikes in the car.
Because we were in the usual bit of a rush to get going, and Charlie was trying to figure it all out, I put the boxes in an empty plastic recycling bin in the back yard, sheltered by the overgrowth from our neighbor's yard.
Because quae cum ita sint, it didn't occur to me to retrieve the boxes till Wednesday, a week and a half and a couple of heavy rainstorms later.
Because the photo boxes were heavy, they were at the bottom of the bin, and therefore swimming in water.
Because Wednesday was sunny, I laid them out on a sheet on the porch to dry.
Because a storm was predicted to start very early Thursday, I dragged the sheet in.
Because there were so many photos, I laid them throughout the kitchen and basement. Jim said it looked like a museum.
Because Jim is Jim, he shrugged at all the photos covering 15 percent of space in our house and went about his business.
Because (I do suspect) Jim was so easy-going about it, Charlie at the most glanced at the photos, kicked the ones out of the way of the soda in the basement and went about his business.
Because ths storm had tropical undertones, Charlie did not sleep until 6.30am on Thursday morning.
Because he is a weather boy, Charlie knew to ask for a longer bike ride on Thursday afternoon during a lull in the storm.
Because no one had slept much and it was pouring outside, we all conked out on various couches Thursday evening.
Because I've got all these photos of Charlie's babyhood, first year in St. Paul, our wedding and my Yale graduation, I've been thinking about all the times (good, bad, etc.) we've spent in these 16-plus years with Charlie.