22 gauge crafting wire, 12 spools in different colors for a total of 48 yards 4 foam paint "brushes" a clock that chimes bird sounds type B surgical tubing, a couple of yards or so gift wrap: "Ideal Girl" and "Military" 2 packages of disco ball bead curtains
- a beat-up escape route map of the DC area, c.1960
Magic Garden, one of those grow-a-crystal-landscape toys 1 black hat, think "1980s real estate agent"
- 1 unused yo yo
"Beat-Nik", a wind-up toy (with key!) from 1964 with its battered box
- Y2K Bug, another wind-up toy from another era
- 4 heavy brass wall hooks descending from brass quail
4 1/8" round wicks for oil lamps or the like a little box of antique brass upholstery nails, 7/16" x 1-1/2" a little box of 60 red thumb tacks
- 1 bad habits poster printed on plastic (Indian Educational vignettes)
- 1 DelMarVa keep-out/avian health poster printed on something like thick Tyvek
There is so much more; why?! I am cottoning to Brian's idea of leaving everything behind. I'll try not to start a new collection of stuff at the new place but I am clearly an acquirer by nature.
I have all my clothes except a laundry basket's worth packed. Theoretically, all I have to do is take that and my essential papers and my computer. Today Brian asked if I was taking my computer! I'm glad I didn't panic. He was simply inquiring as to whether I'd prefer to take my laptop instead. It's the first time he's acknowledged that I gave it to his parents to use--of course I'm not going to yank it away from them. Moreover, I never became much of a Mac user. For a second I thought he thought I would be computerless and that was quite a shock.