Day 10: The Contents of My Purse
I chose to clean out my purse because I'm staying with Sam in a hotel outside of Chicago for his U16 soccer tournament. All I have with me is my car, my suitcase and the contents of my purse.
I recently switched purses and I feared I would not find anything to throw away.
I was wrong.
I was wrong.
What I kept:
- Driver's license
- Library card
- Credit card that gives frequent flier miles
- Sunglasses
- Reading glasses
- Dramamine, ibuprofen, and albuteral
- AAA card
- Lipstick
- Kleenex
- ATM card
- Tampons
- Michigan Theater membership card
- University of Michigan employee identification card
- Smart phone
- Extra set of scooter keys
- Forever stamps.
The Trash |
What was missing:
- The $138 receipt for faculty and senior flowers for Emma's last musical, which I need if I want to get reimbursed by the parent-teacher association
- Cash. People with teenagers have no cash. Teenagers leak cash from their parents' wallets like a hole leaks air from a balloon.
What I threw away:
- Three-year-old eyeglass prescription of Emma's
- Expired Ark membership
- Expired Costco membership
- Expired medical flexible spending card
- Expired duplicate AAA card
- Expired frequent buyer discount card for Plato's Closet, a used teen clothing store
- Frequent buyer card for cupcake bakery where Sam and I bought a birthday present three years ago and to which we have not been since
- Business card for TIAA Cref representative; feels like we will never be able to retire.
The Pending File |
What I put in a holding place pending resolution:
- The lifetime warranty form for my Stormey Kromer hat, which I filled out and will mail as soon as I get an envelope, using the forever stamp I kept
- The UM Credit Union home equity credit card, which I activated and put back in my wallet
- The scooter registration form, which belongs with the scooter now that Sam is licensed to drive it
- Bank account information for my parents, which I will be responsible for managing when my father dies. It's difficult to type the words "when my father dies." At first I chose the words, "If anything happens to my father," but that makes it sound as though he's a spy leaving for a dangerous mission on foreign soil. I replaced that with "if my father dies," but that's silly. He's not sick, but he's already several years older than his father got to be. So. When my father dies I will be responsible for finding these slips of paper, and following his instructions, and so I must put these in our metal box in the basement where we keep our passports and birth certificates, as soon as I get home.
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