The first found thing is this candle that I bought at Target yesterday. I burned it in my office last night and all day today. The scent is Tuscan Cypress & Olive Leaf. Which doesn’t sound like it would smell very good, but it does. Love it.
Though it smelled good, my office was a mess, and so was my desk. For most of the afternoon, I camped out in here, trying to organize and sort through mystery piles of stuff. So far, on my desk alone, I’ve found:
- a stack of printed-out chapters of my book, marked up in red and dog-eared
- artwork by the kids
- DVDs (Little Children; The Great Gatsby; The Painted Veil; America’s Castles: The Coal Barons from A& E (book research); and My Little Pony: Princess Promenade (Unfortunately, the Ponies watched Little Children, and now they’re not quite so innocent anymore. Why do they keep asking if they can do some laundry?)
- Christmas cards, unreciprocated this year (sorry, everyone)
- school papers (which reproduce at a maddening rate)
- bills (ditto)
- my leatherbound book full of poetry and quotes (there it is!)
- poker chips (some of them from my own set, for idle shuffling at my desk; some from the casino where my husband and I like to play)
- my parents’ engagement announcement from 1966, tucked inside a birthday card they sent to my grandfather that year (This item is definitely a straggler from whatever safe place I should keep it. On the other hand, its wandering nature lines up perfectly with the nature of my parents’ history. It might just stay on my desk. Or wherever.)
- a map of Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park. (Best drive ever.)
- assorted index cards with notes scribbled on them. Things to remember. Notes for my book. Grocery lists.
…And an index card with the names of three songs and the word iTunes written on it. Two of the three songs I have downloaded already, but I had forgotten all about the one I’m sharing here, “Boston” by Augustana. It’s three years old, but that’s about how long it takes me to hear new music unless I go looking for it on iTunes.
My desk is tidy now (Mr. H won’t believe it unless he sees it for himself), and it won’t take me long to finish the rest of the office. As for the rest of the house? Let’s not talk about it.