Mysterious

While spring cleaning the kitchen cabinets I needed a utensil drawer organizer that I'd lent to my favorite person for her first apartment, and went out to search through the bins of her stuff to find it. In the process I found these two bins marked as my stuff that have probably been sitting in the garage for a couple of years now. I can't remember what I put in either of them. Let's look through one of them today, shall we?

I save everything people give me -- I find it almost impossible to toss or donate something that was a gift, especially books -- as well as cards, letters, programs, report cards, etc. That constituted about 95% of this bin, and a lot of it was from my mom (hence the cutesy yellow Clark's sign that I would never pick out for myself.)

Lots of miscellaneous junk, too. There was a manuscript copy of a novel I wrote way back in the eighties, of which an electronic copy does not exist, so I should probably keep that. The plastic fan was one my grandmother gave me, if I remember right. She had a thing for fans.

I still have every letter and card people sent to me. How can I throw that away? Sigh.

One photo turned up that made me smile. This is me being made an NCO (Sergeant) in the Air Force, way back in the eighties. :) Stop by tomorrow to see what's in bin #2.