So long box

I bought this box at a yard sale across the street at least four years ago. I had plans to finish it somehow, either with stain or oil. It was filled with bits of leather and some old wood burning tools. I decided awhile ago that I don't like the box well enough to put any time into it. Or even to use it as is. It has been in the trunk of the car for about a month, waiting to be dropped off at a thrift store. On the weekend my friend was helping me load some books into the trunk — yes, I bought more books at the sale, and she saw the box. And wanted it. Excellent!

Watch out

I don't wear a watch anymore. My computer tells me the time. So does the microwave. And my cell phone. I have several watches in drawers somewhere, but the white circular one is the only one I've come across lately. The silver watch belongs to my husband — he doesn't wear it. The white one is windup and still works; the silver one needs a new battery. I prefer windup to battery. I grew up winding my watch every morning, part of the routine of starting the day. I like the sound. I like not having to buy a new battery and not having to dispose of an old one. The recipe box is part of my box collection. Not one of my favourites, so it's easily expendable. (Had a lovely holiday. Lots of dvd watching and the requisite pumpkin pie with whipping cream.)