The day after Independence Day, Mom (Roberta) and I (Lynn) unloaded one more minivan load of tile into the courtyard and cleansed it of nature. Mom had already raided her local grocery store supply of small empty boxes to use for transferring tile out of large boxes.
Kathy donated two sets of shallow shelves from the domain of Sunday School supplies, where they were barely useful, and Danny carried them down to the mosaic room by elevator.
By mid-afternoon, we had them fully-loaded with prepared tesserae, making room on closet shelves for unprocessed tesserae for the mosaic. At this point, finding a home for the rest of the boxes of tile feels a little bit like sliding puzzle-pieces around on the floor in an ever-changing shape of pathways and dead-ends.