Moody Monday: The Odd Things

I just walked past my chest of drawers, on the top along with 4 pairs of bifocals, is a train ticket from Pisa to Firenze from February 15, 2002.  Why have I kept it? It was probably used to mark my place in a book, and it has just stuck around as a reminder of my first trip to Italy - funny I thought we were there in 2001.  

My world is filled with oddities that remind of of places, people, events.  Most all have positive memories attached to them.  

In the bookcases with the glass doors in my bedroom, there are a few items from my parents, a couple of belt buckles that were my fathers,  small and inconspicuous with deep meaning for him, one is masonic, the other from Sue Bee, the last decade of his time as a beekeeper we produced for them.  He was not a flashy person, but was deeper than most people thought. There is a tiny photo, of the last airplane he owned, a print he carried in his wallet for 50 years, and I framed after he died.  His wallet is still in my safe, it has $60 in it, that he had in there when he died.  

On my bedroom door is a collection of "Do Not Disturb" signs, collected from hotels across the country and around the world.  Most are simple and utilitarian, some are works of art.  Most remind me of a particular adventure, and hotel that was special in some way.  On the back corner of my desk is a logbook of hotel stays I have kept since 2005, at last count over 650 hotel nights.  A few marked, "Stay Here Again", a few marked "Never Again." Most hotels are interchangeable, just a clean quiet place to sleep and shower.  

Frogs are odd animals in so many ways, but then who are we to talk?