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Time Wounds All Heels
So the other day when I was looking for documentation of my early geekishness, I brought down from the attic two boxes labelled "keepsakes and misc. stuff" -- which is to say, an assortment of things that I didn't want to throw out but that I could think of no earthly reason to have everyday access to. Following my life-cleaning principles, I'm now sifting through the contents with a mind to putting the stuff I want to keep where it will be more accessible and getting rid of stuff I have no reason to keep. I have formed a new principle: by definition, an object is not "memorabilia" if you can't for the life of you remember why you're keeping it.
Item: one set really really ugly yellow polka dot curtains and valences. If I'm not willing to put them on my windows, I don't need to put them in my attic.
Item: One contact lens kit with assorted cleaning paraphernalia. My eyes don't tolerate contacts any more and the cleaning tablets expired 15 years ago.
Item: Part of the case for a camera I no longer own. (No explanation necessary.)
Item: One set only moderately not-entirely-attractive pink curtains with daisies on them. I think I had these in my bedroom when I was a kid. I'm not that sentimental.
Item: One therapeutic neck brace. If my neck ever goes into spasm again, I think Kaiser can give me a new one.
Item: Box with assorted pieces of '60s costume jewelry. Hmm. Keep, but I have a drawer in my dresser for stuff like this.
Item: Several glasses cases with long-outdated pairs of glasses in them. No clue why I would have kept these except that every time I get a new prescription I keep the old one as an emergency back-up ... and then forget to purge them when the next upgrade comes along.
Item: My very first driver's license. Ok, that's definitely a keeper.
Item: ... Wow! So I did still have that old College of St. Merrick banner stashed somewhere. I wonder what the current shire members would pay me to have it "disappear" again?
Well, that's probably enough for this session. Next, I may tackle the "box of assorted rocks and shells that no doubt commemorate some important event from my youth".
Item: one set really really ugly yellow polka dot curtains and valences. If I'm not willing to put them on my windows, I don't need to put them in my attic.
Item: One contact lens kit with assorted cleaning paraphernalia. My eyes don't tolerate contacts any more and the cleaning tablets expired 15 years ago.
Item: Part of the case for a camera I no longer own. (No explanation necessary.)
Item: One set only moderately not-entirely-attractive pink curtains with daisies on them. I think I had these in my bedroom when I was a kid. I'm not that sentimental.
Item: One therapeutic neck brace. If my neck ever goes into spasm again, I think Kaiser can give me a new one.
Item: Box with assorted pieces of '60s costume jewelry. Hmm. Keep, but I have a drawer in my dresser for stuff like this.
Item: Several glasses cases with long-outdated pairs of glasses in them. No clue why I would have kept these except that every time I get a new prescription I keep the old one as an emergency back-up ... and then forget to purge them when the next upgrade comes along.
Item: My very first driver's license. Ok, that's definitely a keeper.
Item: ... Wow! So I did still have that old College of St. Merrick banner stashed somewhere. I wonder what the current shire members would pay me to have it "disappear" again?
Well, that's probably enough for this session. Next, I may tackle the "box of assorted rocks and shells that no doubt commemorate some important event from my youth".
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My grandfather spent several years as president of our local chapter of Lions Club, which is one of the groups that does this, so I'm kind of up on it. :->
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And I have GOT to see that banner in all of its.... errr.... glory.
I also have a book for you that I forgot to give you last weekend: _500 AD_. It's fiction, but it's supposedly the report from a group of Romans who toured Britain around that date. I found it more depressing than amusing, but you might be amused by it.
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