When we were at the house yesterday trying to get the locks all changed (but couldn't yet) I had already discovered a huge 18" butcher knife over the range top.  I hadn't found it before because I didn't have anything to stand on when I was cleaning out the drawers and cabinets.  When we were at the closing and the owner's daughter was there we returned to her a key and some change we had found in the drawers but didn't know about the knife.  She mentioned that she meant to visit the neighbors with whom she had been close when she lived there and so I thought I would take that knife over and give it to them to give to her when she came to visit. 

So here I am walking across the lawn to the neighbor's house with this 18" butcher knife in my hand.  There are three cars in the driveway and one parked in the front with the door partly open like the occupant is about to get out any minute.  I ring the bell and no one comes to the door.  I knock on the door and no one comes.  I look at the car in front and think about walking over to give it to the occupant and the car door closes.  So I sadly walk back to the house with the butcher knife and put it away.  This morning feeling sad and unloved I reflect on that picture.  Obviously the person in the car called the people inside and told them there was a crazy person outside and DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!

So the next time we go back I will wrap the knife in paper and carry it in a bag and hopefully they will not be worried so I can transfer it to the proper owner.