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Great Finds

Several years ago (okay over a decade ago) my sister, her best friend and best friend's daughter met me at my apartment for a day of shopping. Jessica, the daughter, was about 2.5 years old at the time.

I wasn't quite ready. So everyone hung out in my living room. It amazed me the things that Jessica unearthed in the short period of time I was drying my hair. "A ball," she declared with joy showing me one of her many finds. (It was actually one of those stress balls.) Least to say, with Jessica active in my non-childproofed living room, I hurried to finish.

The long-ago incident popped into my head as I spoke with Chris over the phone. I had let him use my computer while I was out for the afternoon. He needed to download stuff and my broadband connection was needed.

"I'm assuming you found the Robert Randolf CD I left on the desk." Yes, he had. I thanked him loaning to me and turning me on to this group. "Oh, I borrowed a couple of your CD's, I didn't think you would mind," he said. I didn't mind, but had no idea what CD's or where he found them.

Apparently I had a small stack on my back desk that he investigated. One was a John Fogerty CD and the other I can't remember (note to self: ask Chris what the other CD is that he borrowed). There was also the soundtrack to "Wicked"--guess I shouldn't be surprised that he passed on the musical. (Though, to frighten me, he will sing hard rock tunes like Ethel Merman.)

So, kids will find "balls" and grown-up men will find "CD's" in the clutter that I call home.

posted by Susan @ 8:12 PM