I’m doing a bit of spring cleaning.
I’ve found a few strange items. The most unusual were 10 wishbones. They’re all clean and shiny. I don’t remember saving them. I do save one very ocasionally when I know my nieces are coming over. They love wishing on them. But ten? They look like they’re from chickens, rather than turkeys.
I have no children and my husband doesn’t like it when I save one for the nieces.
The only explanation I can imagine is I had a project idea for them.
So, does anyone need 10 wishbones? I’m sure they’d be cheap to ship! :D:D
I’m doing something similar. I set the timer on my phone to one hour, then clean. It’s easier than tackling such a Herculean task all at once.
So far, I’ve found some canned food I’d bought and, for whatever reason, never put in the cupboard; a ton of small Happy Meal-type toys belonging to the sprog; and some uniform pieces of Airman’s that were issued but not used. And an awful lot of spare change that is filling my piggy bank, so there is financial incentive to do this.
Last year when I was moving I found a giant pair of sweatpants.
I mean HUGE. I wear size 16 or 18 and I fit in one leg of them. They were for someone a bit shorter than I am, and I am 5’4". They were powder blue, definitely women’s sweatpants. I could not possibly have owned them, or purchased them by mistake…working in health care I have an aversion to anything that shade of blue. I do not personally know anyone that large well enough to have posession of her pants.
I asked my husband (while holding these enormous pants) if there was someone or something he would like to tell me about. (I trust him so this was said kiddingly). We occasionally had houseguests --travelling bands etc, but we would have remembered someone that heavyset and short. Most of the bands that stayed with us consisted of lanky broke musicians age 19-25. No one ever seemed to have girlfriends, and no groupies ever stayed at our house.
It remains a mystery.
The other weird thing I found last week. It is a nursing care plan assignment from my first semester of nursing school. Since graduating I have lived in three provinces, completely got rid of most of my things at least three times. I guess it could have ended up in one of my file boxes and traveled with me but I think this is the first time I have seen this in 16 years.
A few years ago, when I felt the need to do some cleaning, I found our reciprocating saw. It was under our bed. We thought it was stolen, or something. That proved to me that I need to start vacuuming under the bed more often. I’ve since vacuumed under the bed at least once a month, from then on.
When I worked at the University of Chicago, my office was broken into in 1979 and a clock radio and electric typewriter were stolen and reported to the police.
In 1982 we moved east. One day in the late 1980s after I owned a PC and would have little use for a typewriter, we were spring cleaning, and the typewriter showed up in a closet. We never did figure out how it loaded itself into the truck and unloaded itself into the closet in the new house.
I’m also spring cleaning in 1-hour chunks. Last week I found a letter to me from a hiring manager at Atari, Inc., saying they had received my resume and would like me to call and set up an interview. It was dated June 1982!
It cracked me up to think of how much things have changed in 31 years. This is exactly why I have trouble throwing things away - that letter provided some serious entertainment for a few minutes as I remembered the Old Days of job hunting and working for Atari back in the 8-bit days.
