Strange Souvenirs

Okay, so I just found my University ID Card. Which I haven't been able to find for, oh, five years now... maybe more. The whole time we lived in the apartment it was missing. I'd graduated before then, but at one point it was my only government-acceptable photo ID, so it was a nuisance to have go missing. Now, of cours,e it's just another souvenir.

Also, a random scattering of photographs; Branwen brushing her hair in Thunder Bay, a particularly nice shot of the Minneapolis downtown Skyline, a pair of (stranger) women sitting before a painted window in a cafe in Edmonton. The photo which is one of the few things in my life I ever stole: a flaming globe of paper-mache upon a pole.

Programs for various Art Galleries in Chicago circa 1997, and for the first SF convention I ever went to, in 1992. A postcard from Malaysia written in Welsh. My Award of Arms from the SCA and my U of M BFA degree, side by side in the stack. Letters from high school Pen Pals. All these were in my desk cupboard, thugh not all together int he same part of it; which makes it all the more puzzling, as the cupboard was a storage place for blank looseleaf and old rough drafts I meant to recycle by using the backs to print out more current rough drafts. Nothing else. I was deliberately avoiding putting anything else in there. Thus my dismay at finding my University Degree there. I'd have sworn that those whose existance I even remembered were in a box in mom's basement, or at the bottom of a drawer in the bedroom closet.

But I couldn't find the one remaining tax receipt I *know* was right on my desk -- not buried in the cupboard, but right on the main part. I found the envelope. I was tearing my hair.

It was only after going through all this esoterica, of course, that i realised it was from the end of 2004.

Now, would that I could have also found the one handwritten note about Labyrinth that vanished over the last year... I found ones for the project I was contemplating moving onto when RtS is done. Those were amid my stuff from Viable Paradise, which makes even less sense, as they weren't written at VP, nor within that particular month.

Nevermind. Time to do taxes. Or at least figure out if I can still do them myself, with the whole Common-Law nonsense kicking in to make it more complicated. Bah.

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We've had such a scary nice spring that I started weeding the garden on the weekend, and, hopeful, planted a few of the leftover wedding invitations. So of course it dropped over 20 degrees (Celsius!) within the span of a few hours, to *just* below freezing overnight. The seeds are probably safe, and nothing, it seems, will kill the Lilies of the Valley (Which is good where they're wante,d but not where they've invaded without asking. Insidious little monstrosities).

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Writing progresses in its slow way. Wedding plans progress inevitably.

Strange Souvenirs

Okay, so I just found my University ID Card. Which I haven't been able to find for, oh, five years now... maybe more. The whole time we lived in the apartment it was missing. I'd graduated before then, but at one point it was my only government-acceptable photo ID, so it was a nuisance to have go missing. Now, of cours,e it's just another souvenir.

Also, a random scattering of photographs; Branwen brushing her hair in Thunder Bay, a particularly nice shot of the Minneapolis downtown Skyline, a pair of (stranger) women sitting before a painted window in a cafe in Edmonton. The photo which is one of the few things in my life I ever stole: a flaming globe of paper-mache upon a pole.

Programs for various Art Galleries in Chicago circa 1997, and for the first SF convention I ever went to, in 1992. A postcard from Malaysia written in Welsh. My Award of Arms from the SCA and my U of M BFA degree, side by side in the stack. Letters from high school Pen Pals. All these were in my desk cupboard, thugh not all together int he same part of it; which makes it all the more puzzling, as the cupboard was a storage place for blank looseleaf and old rough drafts I meant to recycle by using the backs to print out more current rough drafts. Nothing else. I was deliberately avoiding putting anything else in there. Thus my dismay at finding my University Degree there. I'd have sworn that those whose existance I even remembered were in a box in mom's basement, or at the bottom of a drawer in the bedroom closet.

But I couldn't find the one remaining tax receipt I *know* was right on my desk -- not buried in the cupboard, but right on the main part. I found the envelope. I was tearing my hair.

It was only after going through all this esoterica, of course, that i realised it was from the end of 2004.

Now, would that I could have also found the one handwritten note about Labyrinth that vanished over the last year... I found ones for the project I was contemplating moving onto when RtS is done. Those were amid my stuff from Viable Paradise, which makes even less sense, as they weren't written at VP, nor within that particular month.

Nevermind. Time to do taxes. Or at least figure out if I can still do them myself, with the whole Common-Law nonsense kicking in to make it more complicated. Bah.

___________________________

We've had such a scary nice spring that I started weeding the garden on the weekend, and, hopeful, planted a few of the leftover wedding invitations. So of course it dropped over 20 degrees (Celsius!) within the span of a few hours, to *just* below freezing overnight. The seeds are probably safe, and nothing, it seems, will kill the Lilies of the Valley (Which is good where they're wante,d but not where they've invaded without asking. Insidious little monstrosities).

___________________________

Writing progresses in its slow way. Wedding plans progress inevitably.