finding things

I'm working on a project many years old. Over the past ten years or so, I've had a couple storage drawers that held various "office" supplies. Once organized, they've long since deteriorated into "stuff drawers," and the collection has grown beyond pens and paperclips.  This week, thanks to my little dive into artistic endeavors, I decided to let go of the collection and sort the drawers. Who knew a few gallons could hold so much? My past has tumbled out in the contents. Here's a glimpse of a few (actually, thirteen) things I've found...

1. a hackey sack. Yes, my own. Once upon a time, I was part of a first girls' soccer team in my hometown. This thing seemed neccessary for that sport. :)


2. no less than three-dozen colored pencils. Nice ones - the kind I used for design projects in college art classes.


3. magnetic poetry. Romantically themed, no less. Who knows when I bought that little box of words, but I do remember many rhymes and prose decorating a refrigerator - long before the current array of VeggieTales drawings.


4. no less than 10 highlighters. Ever a note-taker, these have helped me focus my thoughts, whether in physics classes or scripture studies.


5. floppy disks. And labels for these disks. Does anyone's computer use these anymore?


6. ticket stubs from some wonderful dates with Mr. Kenobi. Among the treasures are memories of a B.B. King concert and Mariners' Game. Perhaps I saved them, hoping to someday start scrapbooking. I won't rule it out, but let's all admit that's a long-shot.


7. a "year 2000" candle from our wedding, on the eve of that year. What a sweet moment, and the start to the best partnership I could imagine.


8. altoids. Are they still curiously strong? I'm not testing that.


9. no less than 5 forms of white-out. I may never lose all of my perfectionism, but perhaps I'm getting better.


10. tapes for answering machines. Like the floppy disks, I'm not sure these will ever be useful again.


11. slides. They carry images of my design projects from architecture school. On a related note, I found my acceptance letter into that program - evidence the slides must have been pretty decent at one time.


12. a ski pass. Not my own, but belonging to my dear husband, Mr. Kenobi, from a family outing in 1989. How it got in my stuff is evidence that what's mine is his, and what's his is mine.


13. business cards. Mostly, they were my own, with titles like "Marketing Director" and "West Coast Manager." It has me thinking about making up a title and cards for my current job- if only that description could fit on a little 2"x3" piece of card stock.