Film at 11

Cleaning the office

After a brief respite (for my computer at least, which spent the week in Austin having its monitor repaired), I am back. Mike took the day off today, and we are cleaning the office. To be accurate, he is cleaning the office, and I am cleaning out closets. Both are strangely satisfying. So far, my adventures have turned up:

-- a sweatshirt my mother sewed me when I was ten years old
-- the silk tank top I filched from my evil roommate freshman year
-- Mike's T-shirt that reads "Terminator 2, Visual Effects Crew" (no, it's not a joke!)
-- hundreds of hats, thousands of hats, millions and billions and trillions of hats
-- the full-length mirror Carrie gave me for my birthday that I never got around to hanging up

I'll leave it to you, gentle reader, to determine which things I threw out.

Mike's purging of the office has been equally fruitful. He, so far, has turned up:

-- a charge on our American Express card from the Secretary of State in Austin, Texas
-- his cousin's Christmas letter, with pictures of their baby dressed as a bumblebee
-- a photo of the two of us dressed to the nines. We already had it on our mantle, but if anyone's interested in adding us to theirs, it is ready to send
-- more health insurance claims than you could shake a stick at (and I know you, gentle readers, are quite good at shaking sticks!)

I'll leave it to you to determine which he threw out, which he kept, and on which he instigated legal action

I was reminded of my friend Kathy's work on using artifacts as a way to begin writing. She told me there's a whole magazine devoted to found items

Who knows? From my closet great works of literature may yet spring forth. In the meantime, I need some more garbage bags.

Posted by Meredith at August 2, 2002 05:16 PM