The mummy

We hung a mummy from our garage ceiling. It's in a very big green canvas bag, so if you don't know, you might suppose it to be sports equipment. But we're pretty sure it's a mummy.

But it was floppy. Getting it up was incredibly hard--kind of like wrestling a giant bag of pudding. You push the back, and the front goes droop. Rigor mortis must not have set in properly. Dad rigged up an elaborate system of ropes and loops and ends, and eventually got it up, and tied them all off neatly. If you went at them with an axe the whole thing would probably swing down and take out somebody.

Also the garage was very full of spiderwebs, the sort that lurk near mummy caches and leap out at Indiana Jones.

We'll get it down, probably around next Christmas, and see what's really inside.