I should ask Dad if he's run across them. I didn't go through all the jewelry boxes. We did find my childhood immunization book, though.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I found a long braid of my hair when we went through my mother's stuff. I was kind of touched that she'd kept that for 43 years, but old, dry hair is also kind of creepy.
More proof that my dentist is awesome: He just left me a comment in FB that if I need a hole drilled in the tooth that was extracted so I can turn it into a charm, he'll do that for me.
That's so sweet.
I...might have a lock (a loc, actually) of my ex's hair somewhere. I hope I threw it away at some point, but I might not have. I took it by accident, if that helps?
I have a lock of my first girlfriend's hair, which is a memento mori now. Death is strange. Or it lends its strangeness to the world, making simple things fill up with mortality and loss.
It's a weird old world.
t /mordant reflection
Oh, but also, I would like to pat myself on the back. I was thinking that I didn't have anything to eat here, and the call of Domino's was STRONG. But I got home and discovered corn chowder in the fridge, so I'm making corn muffins (it's a theme?) and bob's your uncle.
Death is strange. Or it lends its strangeness to the world, making simple things fill up with mortality and loss.
Truer words.
Pete used to have shoulder-length hair. When he decided to shave it off, I saved it.
With all of that in mind, I really shouldn't feel uncomfortable about talking to Dad about wanting some of Mom's ashes, should I? And yet, I do. I don't know how to have that conversation with him.
(When I do finally bring myself to have that conversation, I'm planning on getting this reliquary locket to keep the ashes in.)
Where is that envelope from October? Who is this Cornell person? What kind of transaction number is 1076? October was not that long ago! I have all the envelopes for the surrounding transactions! Where are you, envelope? Auuugh!
My mother is begging us to let her throw our teenager stuff out. So far I won't let her, but I doubt she'll pay attention to my wishes for long.
all who thought ill of Romney tying his dog to the roof of the car for a cross country drive?
check this: [link]
I'm down with promulgating that.