Also in that box was:
10 feet of nylon twine, a penlight lamp (the little bulb), heat shrink tubing, a computer connector
a flame shaped lightbulb, a piece of antler, an electron tube, small postit notes
a book of matches from Duarte’s Tavern in Pescadero, a hose clamp
an eagle belt buckle that says “I’m Proud To Be An American”
a roll of unexposed film, a plastic gear, a zip tie, a diver’s patch, several nails, a number of paperclips
a box of matches, guitar picks, bolts, a latch
peppermint tea teabag, three plastic triangular corners, a variety of screws, fuses
a Boy Scouts of America tie clip
picture hangers, a piece of soft solder, locking washers, a marble
a couple of copies of roman coins, half a dozen hair ties, buttons, some chalk
tacks, a cup hook, pellet gun darts, coaxial cable connectors, a depth gauge
wood plug, a tiny cotter pin, plastic cover with an Apple logo, a “s” hook, nuts
a mini flashlight, wooden corners, electrical wire caps, ball chain, a wing nut,
a number of different sized bullets and an empty fleet enema bottle.
I’m really surprised, there was only one rubber band.
Obviously, this is the junk drawer of boxes. I have discovered a number of boxes similar to this, but they have usually been a little more congruous, and it has given me quite a bit of levity while going through boxes of stuff that were packed in a hurry 12 years ago.
Yes, this house has been twelve years in the making. My son was in middle school when we first packed up the house, moved to a rental, moved out of that rental and into an Airstream trailer for five years. We moved out of it and into another house rental for the last four years of construction. I have never been so happy to see some of the things I’ve been finding.
Some of the things I can do without. But it’s all part of the process of letting go of the past. Seeing what is needed for the present and honoring where I was 12 years ago. It’s an interesting process, and so required to move forward. I am a very different person than I was 12 years ago, and I have different needs now.
This box of miscellaneous things is a microcosm of how my life was. It’s also a mis-mash of some of my stuff (hair ties) and some of my husbands (bullets).
Soon my studio will be set up, but I still have a good 20 or so boxes to go through before I have room to do actual work.
Oh, and just so you all know, I’m never moving again, ever.