• beads. lots of beads. don't know how they've escaped purging until now.

• two nit combs. i know, sorry.
• one breathing measurement device. if it's that bad, i'm on my way to the e.r.
• mini bar of soap. only the bad-smelling one.
• bath salts. ditto.

• a big pile of papers. they seem important until i look at them.

• five more books. the shelves have reached stasis; books flow in as fast as i give them away.

• one bag of zip ties. lest the children get ideas.
• one bag of copper tube straps. almost worth keeping for the name.
• a dozen or so small spools of thread. one spool of thread will last me the next twenty years.

• a softball gear bag. 

containing:

• one glove.
• one bat.
• one helmet.
• one hat.

thankfully we are sticking with soccer.

• a serving bowl. a gift, not my style.
• a handful of hoop earrings. mismatched. and oh yeah, i don't wear earrings.