Saturday, July 27, 2013

Blah Blah and more Blah

I am going through old tubs filled with memories from my past. All my scrapbooks from elementary school, yearbooks, workbooks, brochures from various vacations. I am trying to find places for all my German books. I am thinking that my kids are not going to be learning German. I would LOVE for them to learn German, but generally kids learn Spanish. I found some little books I bought at a bookstore in the UK. They are like the "Keep Calm and Carry On" books which I thought I had lost two years ago. I found my Andy Warhol books and just tons and tons of mementos. I am not a hoarder. This mementos fill two plastic tubs. I go through them once every two years and decide if I really want to keep them. I even threw away this hideous wedding album someone gave me and my wedding veil.  They are just THINGS and in life THINGS are just not that important. However I do value old letters, photographs, and books.

One thing I have kept is a red jacket my father gave me. It was one of the last memories of my father. We went as a family to downtown San Francisco and went shopping at Eddie Bauer. I remember the guy on the BART train hitting on me. I couldn't believe some guy was flirting with me with my scary dad behind him. Yes, those were the days. Yes, there was a time when I was hit on a lot. This never happens anymore. This is when you have a weight problem and you have delivered twins. I can't imagine what messages are kept on my forehead, but I nobody ever hits on me. Anyway, its a rather conservative preppy jacket. It's wool with these tooth like buttons. I know it has a name, but I can't remember it right now. I also always wanted a navy blue sailor jacket. Anyway, I have been keeping that jacket since 1987...I suppose I am just going to keep it forever.

I think there was a point in my life when I was going to be married and be conservative and preppy and wear penny loafers and wool jackets. I even bought myself a navy blue blazer with gold buttons and khakis...I was ready for the ...what was I ready for ?

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