Wednesday, May 18, 2011
This Will Be A Really Weird Post
My sister bought it at this store called Globe in our hometown in Park Ridge, Illinois. The store no longer exists but it's still legendary in the minds of most of the kids who grew up there. That's because the same three ancient old ladies worked inside that store for, like, ever. They sold records and knickknacks and whenever anyone under the age of 18 dared to venture inside, these old ladies would eagle-eye you like you were about to steal something. I thought my little sister was pretty brave for having gone there to buy me this gift.
Anyway, my little ugly pig egg-timer has lived with me on three continents. About once a week, I turn it over and watch the sand go from one side of the hourglass to the other. One of the pig's ears is missing. Not sure where I lost that. It's still ugly and strange and no longer works but I've always loved this thingamajig.
My sister doesn't understand why I won't throw it away. Today it sits on my desk in my office where I write. Whenever I look at it, it reminds me of hot summers, long days at the public ice-cold pool, orange popsicles, and endless kick-the-can on our front lawn. That's why I keep it.
Do you refuse to part with anything?