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I thought that with only working three days/week, that I could be posting on here a bit more regularly. That, of course, has not been the case. Part of it is that I think I need to find something worthwhile to blog about, and that can take some time. It's not that my every day life doesn't give me lots of inspiration, but by the time I have a chance to actually write something about it, the moment has passed and I've forgotten why I wanted to blog about it in the first place. I could also write a lot about work-related stuff, but I need this job for at least a few more months and blogging about work (unless you're the boss or it's a corporate blog) generally has bad results and really, by now a person should know better.

So what else did I do this week? Well, on Monday I used my day off to start going through the boxes and junk that have accumulated in our basement. It is not a task for the faint of heart, and even after spending 6 hours down there it still kind of looks like a bomb went off, albeit maybe a slightly smaller bomb. But it's amazing what a person can find, you know, all of the stuff you didn't realize was gone but totally need. Like my old retainer. I got it just before we moved from Saskatoon to Edmonton, and I'm pretty sure it's spent most of its lifetime in that same box, being dragged all over the prairies. I should throw it out, but....anyway, it's still in that box, with pictures from our honeymoon and Murray's coin collection.

I also found an original Nintendo, complete with Super Mario Bros. 1 and 2. I was, however, disappointed that there was no Duck Hunt, as I think this might affect it's resale value on ebay considerably. I'm sure that's the closest I've been to a firearm, for real. That's what growing up in Canada will do for you.

Besides the Nintendo and retainer, there was a lot of crap that we will foist on the poor volunteers at Goodwill so that we don't feel badly about just throwing it in the garbage. Giving our junk away to someone else fits better into our recycling ethic. We will come home and pat ourselves on the back about how even though it wasn't good enough for us, someone out there will really appreciate it.

There were also letters and pictures and books, stuff that will never be thrown away no matter how old. I opened one box left over from our most recent move and found all of my Harry Potter books. I can't wait to read them with Gavin. Another contained the trophy I won as the Performer of the Year at the Provost Music Festival in 1996. It's really, really tarnished and in "real" terms the accomplishment is pretty pedestrian, but every time I look at it I see my Mom's face when I won and I don't know anyone who gets tired of knowing that at one time they made their parents proud.

Now it's time to go back down there and see what else I can find. Oh, and does anyone need a microwave? Or a rice cooker?