More Found Small Things

I’ve had a lot of transition last few years so finding isn’t always easy. Right now I’m looking for my first writing check from the Chicago Tribune, my son’s Saturday night poems (pretty insightful for a five year old) and my own six year old portrait, long hair, pony tail. Fancy dress. Old Polaroids. Yup had that camera.

A lot of clean up here. File folders just stacked up, some came in the moving van from Austin, some my parents threw out. They didn’t even know what was in them. Just got tossed.

So I have to reconstruct some things. Like tax files. Thanks Internet.

Now find my old AC adapter. Where did I put it, oh my. Replacement came from Amazon. Replacement works only sometimes and smells like something’s burning. Idea. Don’t buy an AC adapter from Amazon.

Found you old AC adapter. Small win counts.

I did find stuff kitten Quinn loves (those little cat toy spirals) and he was all over wanting them. Luckily those spirals are covering the floors. Dozens of spirals. He’s still young and frisky so never gets tired of playing catch the spiral. I just throw one and he scurries to drop it back wherever I am. Throw it again. He’ll bring it back. Rinse and repeat.

Easter Day tomorrow. It’s such a good time to clean, rethink, refresh. Keep working on strength. It’s getting there. Birds here, sun in the morning and evening, bedroom and desk. Some deviled eggs to make (with horseradish and dill, of course.) And lots of asparagus. Happy days when I went back to Austin. First Easter, 1950s recipe golden rod eggs, which the cook in my undergrad sorority house would make for us (and popovers, which we always put the menu, but beyond my pay grade) and second the horseradish deviled eggs (which I can do) on a picnic through Willow City Loop. Hill Country. Beautiful drive. Lots of bluebonnets.