Rememories...

Cartman won't go away...

It’s amazing the things you learn when you’re unpacking after moving. Well, maybe “learn” is too strong of a word, though I did learn that if you leave dry-erase marker on a whiteboard for almost a year it becomes permanent. And that certain tables don’t like it when you pile boxes of books on them. They take their revenge by furniture-suicide. Now I need a new TV stand. Anyway…

Go Lakers!

It’s more about things discovered that I had forgotten about. Like that I own way too much stuff… although it’s pretty cool stuff sometimes. and also gems like this; I found a Lake Oswego High School newspaper from 1993 that asked graduating Seniors where they were headed after high school. My intentions were to “attend Multnomah School of the Bible to earn a degree in Youth Ministries. Then work as a director of Youth Ministries, possibly in music and theatre.” Amazingly enough I just secured a position as a Youth Director at a church, and plan to play with the worship band as much as possible. Huh, amazing how these things work out, eh?

Cassettes, VHS, Beta, oh my!

It’s also remembering the things that have once been in my life. I have uncovered dozens of pieces of art created by my [ex]step-daughter, Hannah. Each and every one of them brings me joy… joy and a bit of sadness, because I miss her so, especially now that I’m over half a state away. Speaking of profound sadness, I also uncovered wedding photos that I had forgotten about. It’s uncanny how many feelings are still there just under the surface when faced with the histories we all have.

Epicness

Anyway, before I get too melancholy, I’ve also rediscovered my music collection, and have even found my mix tapes that I put together in the 80s and 90s… mostly of 70s music, ironically. The thing that I’ve found most to be true, though, is that my bad ankle really hates stairs. And I live in a townhouse. Igh, I’m getting old. Oh, and Robot Chicken is funny as all get out.