Serious stuff in the comments, and serious stuff on my mind. Time to lighten things up, eh?
The argument of the day is that, if you want to have a nice tidy house with a place for everything and everything at least occasionally in its place, you need to have a place you put the little things that have come unglued or lost, that either don’t have a place or would be too tiresome to put in it, in a word (or maybe two words, words coined by my mother, that inveterate coiner of words): a goo hunky.
When I was growing up the goo hunky sat on the kitchen table and contained erasers, rubber bands, pieces of string, and bits that had fallen off toys. When anyone needed anything small, someone would call, “check the goo hunky!”
Here are two goo hunkies from my current residence: one is the toy wagon in Eila’s room, and one is the corner of my desk.