After the vinegar was ready last week, and the straining was done, I went out and bought a couple of jugs of cheap wine to make some more-- a red and a white. I poured them into two gallon containers, added a piece of the white wine's Mother to the red, and covered them up. Then I looked for a place to keep them. With the basement being dark, but cold, and the kitchen having no cabinets free, they went into the bathroom, to be stored under the sink with the toilet paper and toothpaste.
It's dark and warm, so done deal. Now I will ignore them for a few months.
Most worrisome part of this? My husband went into the cabinet to get something yesterday, and never noticed the jugs. Apparently he's come to expect that sort of thing from me.