Packing
Last night I organized the contents of my top drawer, the place where I throw all my random bric-a-brac. Some random things about the experience.
Sorting through all your old financial records is like a tour of all your failures at being an adult. Oh, here's the list of things that were in my car when it was stolen! Oh, here's the repair bill for when I borrowed Ann's car and someone plowed into me! Oh, here's the notice for the first time my car was towed! Oh, here's a rather large pile of late notices from just about everyone I've ever owed money to! Not the most energizing experience, no.
I found my passport that I got renewed, thinking I was going to Europe with the Glee Club freshman year. That never panned out. They went the year after I graduated.
There were a bunch of photos I had forgetten I had nipped from home. Really old ones, from 2nd, 5th, and 6th grade. The one from 6th grade is great, since it is a massive group shot of us signing each other's 6th Grade Day T-shirts, and among the throng you can spot Daisy, Matt, Paul, and Brandon. And me, in the front, waving at my mom like the total hambone I am.
It's amazing, the things I hang on to. I unfolded a slightly rumpled piece of paper and found that it was receipt from a Bob's IGA grocery store that no longer exists. It's the receipt for a single rose I bought a girl in sixth grade. I had to think a long time to remember that I had brought it out to LA with me when I first left for college. The fact that it still has yet to be thrown away is a testament to what an impenetrable fortress my top drawer is.
Sorting through all your old financial records is like a tour of all your failures at being an adult. Oh, here's the list of things that were in my car when it was stolen! Oh, here's the repair bill for when I borrowed Ann's car and someone plowed into me! Oh, here's the notice for the first time my car was towed! Oh, here's a rather large pile of late notices from just about everyone I've ever owed money to! Not the most energizing experience, no.
I found my passport that I got renewed, thinking I was going to Europe with the Glee Club freshman year. That never panned out. They went the year after I graduated.
There were a bunch of photos I had forgetten I had nipped from home. Really old ones, from 2nd, 5th, and 6th grade. The one from 6th grade is great, since it is a massive group shot of us signing each other's 6th Grade Day T-shirts, and among the throng you can spot Daisy, Matt, Paul, and Brandon. And me, in the front, waving at my mom like the total hambone I am.
It's amazing, the things I hang on to. I unfolded a slightly rumpled piece of paper and found that it was receipt from a Bob's IGA grocery store that no longer exists. It's the receipt for a single rose I bought a girl in sixth grade. I had to think a long time to remember that I had brought it out to LA with me when I first left for college. The fact that it still has yet to be thrown away is a testament to what an impenetrable fortress my top drawer is.
posted by Jeff at 10:55 AM
7 Comments:
I could see holding on to that receipt for a little while but what compelled you to bring it out to LA with you? And how was it not lost or thrown out in all the moving during and after college?
If you’re not careful you’re going to turn into one of those crazy old guys who has to cut tunnels through the ceiling high stacks of newspapers in his house and all the kids in the neighborhood think you’re Dracula and dare each other to ring your doorbell and then when you die nobody knows for like two weeks until your mail starts piling up and the cops have to break down the door only to find your corpse (half-eaten by your dozen cats) and the three thousand page graphic novel you’ve been continuously writing for the last forty-five years.
That’s where your headed Jeff. It all starts with hanging on to a single goofy receipt for fifteen years.
I honestly can't remember when I brought it out to LA. I assume it was freshman year, but I don't know. I guess I brought it out of goofy sentiment. The early years of college were not the most pleasant for me, so I could certainly see myself latching onto something from home that had sentimental value. I definitely kept it for so long in KC due to my packrat instincts inherited from my mother. Let's not talk about all the stuff my mom and I still have saved back at the KC house (poster I made for a report on Thomas Jefferson in grade school? Still in the basement).
The reason it wasn't thrown out is that I always put it in my top drawer, and as I said, it is an impentrable, timeless fortres.
Paul, you described my DREAM FUTURE. It is good to know I am on the right track.
I think you mean Odin's dream future. I've seen how he looks at you with hunger in his eyes.
presumably the humble reader is left to deduce that you are therefore the housepet and puppet of a feline norse god?
Basically, yeah.
It's ROUGH.
Jeff, I remember when you bought that rose. It was the biggest deal back then: ("Oh, Shit! Jeff's goin for it...!")
--Brandon
who was this infamous rose for???
I'd love to see those pictures.
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