More Small Found Objects

On my task list.

Done and done.

When I was living with someone in Austin and wanting to show him a little bit of the idyllic place that my parents made where I grew up, I did a sloppy aerial drawing. (I’m not good at drawing.)

Then with lots of moving, I could not find it. Though it was on my task list. Find that map. Obsession.

Then going through file folders there it was.

Found.

And as I’ve been going through the storage units, whittling down, I’ve wondered what happened to my baseball glove. My Mother had given me clothing money but instead of department store, I went to sporting goods store, bought baseball glove instead of a dress. My Father had the biggest grin.

And sure enough that baseball glove showed up in one of those crates and it’s now here.

Found.

And my old bicycle lock.

In Austin my bike stayed on the balcony, poor thing chained up sometimes. But the management company was painting and balconies needed to be cleared. More but, I could not find the key to the lock so it had to be sawed off so the bike could be brought inside. (I later found the key on one of those neck ribbons from of all places, The Peace Museum in Oslo. So that lock died but the key remains on the Peace Museum’s neck ribbon.)

And now clearing storage units, showed up my decades old bicycle lock (And the bicycle pump too, given to me by one of my Brothers, along with helmet.)

Well there you go. I still have a bike lock. And a bike pump. And more than one bike helmet.

Old syllabi and conference papers, and journals and other publications, just living in plastic bins for a while. So much paper to sort, and last analysis, probably useless (but cited) and found.

A Saturday with my Mother and Brothers, “what would you like to have” day at the home she shared with my late Father. We four siblings don’t often find a way to be all in same place at same time so it was little sad but also good day to be together.

My wish was/is for books I’ve given my parents to come back to me. We didn’t find every one, but we did find Seabiscuit, which my Dad really liked. (He brought me back horse books when he traveled for work…right here on my shelf now.) Did not find Tony Horwitz Blue Latitudes….my Father and Mother sailed boats and that book is the most fun sailing book maybe ever. From my Mother, the three volumes of May Sarton’s journals and a biography of Margaret Fuller.

So not all small found objects. Some bigger.