Another Mystery

While spring cleaning the kitchen cabinets I needed a utensil drawer organizer that I'd lent to Kat for her 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 (thank you, old age.) 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 really hideous yellow Clark's sign.)

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 readers sent me as fan mail. 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 1980. :) Stop by tomorrow to see what's in bin #2.