The air conditioner failed a few weeks ago. I believe I mentioned it here. Since it had been failing about once a year for some time due to a coolant leak, we decided it was finally time to replace it. Since it had never
really cooled the second floor adequately, we decided to take the advice of our friendly HVAC guy and take a look at having an auxiliary unit installed for the sole purpose of cooling the second floor.
This meant he needed to take a look at the attic from the garage access. Unfortunately, the entrance was blocked by a pile of boxes that we put there in 1996 when we moved in. They were
unstacked a few years ago when daisy_knotwise
went through them -- most of the boxes having come from Mrs. Duntemann's old home where the two of them grew up -- but after being unstacked and examined, they were restacked
in the corner for future consideration. And now they needed to be moved. But where to?
Well, we'd just cleaned out the library so catalana
's fiancee, Steve, could sleep there after Duckon. So with a mighty wince
at the thought of recluttering the library, we hauled all of the boxes in there.
Three of the boxes were actually my
stuff. Today, I finished emptying the first of these. It contained:A 1982 St. Louis Globe-Democrat celebrating the Cardinals' World Series win
My old shortwave radio
A Varian print of my story, The Great Guano Gap. Since that's still available on line (much to my surprise!), I pitched it.
My Cub Scout scrapbook.
Articles about the Mascoutah chess team and scoresheets from four of the five games that I played in the state tournament the year that we won.
Three high school yearbooks
A blank ditto master
And a ludicrously large collection of rejection slips from about 35 years ago when I tried submitting to the SF magazines.
Boy, there's nothing like reading through that many rejection slips (almost all form letters) to make you want to just burn the pile. But instead, I've filed the stories and rejection slips away for my daughters to find some day.
Because, you know, I'm a lot better writer now than I was 35 years ago.
And I might yet try it again.
In my copious spare time. :)