On Saturday night Lloyd refused to stop watching a terrible war movie and let me watch my recorded episodes of Hoarders, so instead I got a box out from the basement to see if there was anything I could throw out.
No. No, there wasn’t.
It was full of stuff from my childhood! Sure, half of it is useless, but the other half was great. Here are some samples:
* A real Rubik’s cube with plastic colored tabs, not just the stickers.
* A giant ball of string. One summer in college I worked at a condo/hotel and the clean laundry arrived bundled and tied. I saved the string.
* A picture (3rd grade?) that shows that my abilities refuse to advance.
* My hat. I love it! Somewhere there has to be a picture of me in that hat.
* A book about the latest and greatest technology from the early 70’s! Score!
The book showed machines that moms (and ‘only moms’) use for cooking, sewing and doing laundry, but other than that – it spoke some deep truths:
Look closely at this next picture. A memory fugue hit hard when I saw it:
That eraser! We had one, and I would spend an awful lot of time staring at it while turning it on its wheel and playing with the brush – but I never dared erase with it. I don’t think I was supposed to be messing around with the fancy office-y things.