exhumed

In the wake of a home remodeling, we've been living in rubble for a couple of months now. Our stuff are hauled in boxes and garbage bags, and like ourselves, moving from room to room, awaiting their refurbished cribs.

I told myself not to look at these stuff for now - lest I prematurely be struck by an urge to do serious sorting. I'm saving my energy for that activity for when there'd be enough space around here - and for when I'd have the time, too. I indulged in a little sneak peek reading through over-a-decade-old journals and letters when I took them out of my old closet weeks ago, but that was it. As it is, I have enough on my plate with choice of paint colors, crown mouldings, etc. and working around mini-disasters like discovering manufacturing defects on the tiles I've painstakingly chosen after all of them have been installed.

Today, Mom was moving out the last few stuff from her room and showing me some items of old. Some best forgotten (and bookmarked for disposal come Sorting Day) like a pink "lace" floral scarf with fringes, a telephone cover set with chintz-y prints and ruffles (or were those electric pleats?) in dusty rose - both received as gifts, and a number of thingamajig-ceramic-container-wedding-slash-baptism-giveaways.

But there were a couple of moments when I reached out my hand and shouted "gimme gimme!" One was for a palm-sized Pentax binoculars (we actually have 2 other bigger ones but this will be a more handy device for impromptu bird-watching or maybe stalking). The other was for this... Funny that she asked me, "I wonder who would want this thing?".





I remember having only a handful of childhood pictures from this Polaroid camera - the film was too expensive, and soon we've forgotten we had this. Oh, I hope it still works and I can still find (and afford) film around here.