My new laptop backpack, bought so I could cover the DNC hands-free.
My son’s accumulated allowance: $19.43 in pennies, nickels, quarters, and one wrinkly dollar bill.
A jar of coins: again, pennies, nickels, quarters, about $60 total.
Jewelry. Our wedding bands, bought when we were twenty-three and had no money. (But still. They had the date of our wedding inscribed.)
A nice men’s dress watch.
A giant barrel of my son’s Tinkertoys.
One new laptop, one old laptop, one very very old laptop. Two out of three had drafts of grant applications and other assorted material relating to the documentary, and drafts of the nonfiction book proposal. I may have backed those up; I’ll find out tonight. Upon learning that the third one was missing, I cried. Up til then, I’d been numb.
Work over the course of four years. Just left the house, walked out the door, went to some flea market or pawnshop. As good as disappeared.
There’s more, but that’s all I can register right now.
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