The little things. Yeah, that’s what’s special to me. The little things. An old photograph of my wife. Simple memento’s from the beach like a few shells, one for each member of the family. Maybe the rock on my desk that my son painted in kindergarten. Or the engraved napkin my daughter gave me on her wedding day with a beautiful message.
Maybe a few shell casings reminding me of target shooting with my son and the meals at the Corner Stable afterwards. Maybe the small scarf of my mothers that I keep sealed in a zip-lock bag because it still has her smell. Maybe the little post it notes my kids wrote me thanking me for a vacation or they hoped work wasn’t too bad for me.
The ticket stubs from games with my children or concerts I went to as a youth. An old patch for the first Newspapers I worked for. A diploma and wrist bands from hospital stays and radiation treatments. A patch from my father for Operation Deep Freeze Task Force 43 and his medical kit from WWII.
The help wanted newspaper ad from the Washington Post that landed me a job there over 20 years ago. The first cover of the newspaper my friends and I started publishing. The various business cards of different titles I’ve had in 40+ years. My first camera. A chrome lug bolt from my first set of Crager Mags.
My dad’s old pocket watch. The Lefty (U of MD) tie. Pictures of the guys grilling up the catch of the day. The Animal House poster in my office.
I could go on because I do have a lot of objects in the home like this. Worthless to almost all. Priceless to me. But these objects would also be worthless if it weren’t for the people attached to those memories of these small objects.
I had a few freeloaders in the back today. Being the snow was preventing grazing they decided to take a nap. I’d say a group of 6-7. I hope they find a warm spot for Monday.
Random Thoughts of the Day
I listened to a lot of old Beatles music today. Took me back. Hard to pick a favorite from their vast collection. So I had to listen to it all. I am the Egg Man, I am the Egg Man, I am the Walrus co coo cacho.
Having fun is so easy, you just have to let yourself go once in a while. Or in my case as often as possible.
On the down side today, I took down the artificial tree and lights in the basement.
What a special weekend its turning into.