So I picked today, one of the most beautiful autumn days in the world, to do some spring cleaning. Honestly, all I was really trying to do was find the curtain rod hooks so I could hang the panels in bedroom #2. Of course I couldnt find them because they are somewhere in the depths of the storage boxes that I still havent unpacked since I moved here (yes, a year ago).
I started digging through boxes and as I did it became somewhat of a messy sentimental journey. I uprooted so much crap
and oh so much memory. Among the findings were:
Letters my grandmother sent me when I was a freshman in college. So sweet. So innocent. I think my grandmother had some kind of sixth sense about me. She always knew when I needed cheering up by way of a letter. I still feel a certain presence even today, eight years after her death. Though we were never really extremely close, I always feel like shes the one watching over me.
A couple of photos of LDL and me. I remember the situation like it was yesterday. It was Thanksgiving and we were at my parents house sitting together in a recliner. My mom took them. He looks happy. I look nervous.
About 15 birth announcements from friends whove had babies in the last few years.
About 15 wedding announcements.
A list of quotes from the girls trip to New York last year. Had me laughing out loud.
My golf membership that Ive never used.
Exercise bands
score!
A package of mints shaped like penises. A gift from an old boss of mine.
Letters from Guido. Hes a guy I met on a ski trip in Zermatt, Switzerland in 1993. He lived in Zurich. We wrote off and on for over six years. Whatever happened? Why did we stop writing? I wonder where he is and what hes doing now?
A calendar/diary from 1984-1985. Its one of those small, pocket sized calendars, and there are classic little tidbits for each and every day of those two years. Some examples:
July 13, 1984: Got a new dress. Partied at Sandys.
October 24, 1984: Hate Sherri & Sonya. Rick said no [sad face]
February 19, 1985: Track prac. Guess who called? Richie!!
May 15, 1985: Band prac. Hair app. 4:00. Got perm. Generally shitty day.
November 28, 1985: Went to Jeffs. We started dating steady!
December 2, 1985: Jeff broke my heart! Went to Ronnies. Was all upset.[sad face]
Anything changed? Not really. Well, except for the perm part.
Ribbons and bows and gift tags.
Business cards, dozens of them. Among them was one from a great guy I met in Chicago. I mustve written about him in another diary. I was interviewing for a job there and the company had me stay at the Drake for the weekend to see if I would fall in love with the city (and how could I not?). Long story short, I met this guy while I was having dinner by myself. I told him that I was thinking of moving to Chicago, and he gave me the greatest whirlwind tour by cab
ever
.with stops that included his apartment (with the most amazing view from the roof!) and a great little bar in his neighborhood. At the end of the night he dropped me off at the hotel and gave me his business card and told me that he wanted to see me again when I moved there. Why did I never get back in touch with him? I suppose its because I never moved there.
Tchotchke purchased at a little bazaar in Honduras when I took that business trip to Central America a couple of years ago. I felt very obligated to buy stuff because the factory owner sent his assistant on a special trip with me. I was embarrassed because I didnt take a lot of money and I needed cash to get out of the country (airport tax, etc.), so I bought the cheapest little trinkets I could find. Still ended up needing to borrow money from one of my vendors to get out of Guatemala!
A slumber party invitation from Becca. It was one of the last times I ever saw her. Again, my fault. Yes. Im beginning to finally realize that Im one big ball dropper when it comes to relationships. This is such a sad realization.
And more and more and more.
I would list more, but its approaching my bedtime and I am finishing up my laundry and theres a hole in my featherbed which means there are feathers everywhere!
And I never did find the damn curtain rod hooks!
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