my mom

[Drunk Monk]

Occasionally I get a little motivated and try to sort some of the junk lying around the house.  My room is full of stored crap, so many books and curious.  Occasionally I realize I can't find something, like I don't know where my antique Tiger Hooks are exactly.  I mean, how could I lose a pair of antique Tiger Hooks?  I'm sure their buried here somewhere.  I need to dump boxes of VHS tapes - the entire collection of stuff I did for Wing Lam takes up a huge yardxyard box, and they haven't been spun in like 20 years so I'm sure they are spoiled.  Magnetic tape magnetizes itself if not spun every year or so.  There's also several boxes of my cousin's stuff.  He went to Stanford, got his degree in education, then moved to Japan for a while and is now a National Award winning High School teacher in Oahu.  When he left Stanford, nearly a quarter century ago, he left several boxes of his crap on top of the boxes of my crap stored at my folk's place.  He's forgotten it.  Every once in a while I'll find a box of his, like last night.  I found his school binders.  Damn, he was organized - so OCD.  I'm tossing them but saving the binders because they are like new - donating those to the office here (actually we have a ton of empty binders in a big ol' box in the center of the office for anyone to use).  

I took his stapler.  It's small, black and it still works well.  I've been needing a stapler since people steal mine and I lost my last one in the downsizing move.