is my Mother's bowling league champion patch. It doesn't take up much space, does it? What can keeping it hurt?
Well. Now the picture is here, as a memorial, and the actual patch has been thrown in the trash. It may be just one little thing, but there's alway one more little thing, and another after that. And yes, I need the space.
This:
was, oddly, a little harder to get rid of. It's one of those sets of sunglasses that your optometrist gives you when you weren't expecting him to dilate your eyes. It unrolls and clings to the sides of your face. It will get you home, but that's about it.
It was rolled around the turn signal stem of Mom's van. In case she ever needed them. She had a pair of actual sunglasses in her purse, so the odds of her ever having to use these were slim. But they weren't broken, so there was no reason to throw them out.
They stayed tucked out of the way, but ready to leap into action for years, maybe decades. She and I both wore/wear bifocals. I tested it. It won't stay on over a pair of glasses. So she never could have used them.
They left the house a week or more ago. I don't remember if I chucked them or sent them to the thrift shop.
