Five things in my freezer:
- The equivalent of 3 bunches of organic bananas (on sale due to squishiness), sliced, frozen on cookie sheets, and packed in plastic containers
- A package of seaweed salad from the Sun Oriental Market
- A bin full of empty shrimp and fish bags. I generate a bag of trash every 3 or 4 months, so keeping the smelly stuff in the freezer means I can put the rest of the trash indoors in a closet until I have enough for a whole bag.
- Tapioca flour
- Peeled and minced ginger root
Five things in my closet (clothes closet in my bedroom):
- A pair of brown corduroy pants I got in the clothing SWAP (Sexy Women Around Portland) that I thought were from Liz until she said she'd never seen them before.
- An old, crappy pair of ballroom dance shoes (bought in 1998), that I've actually been wearing to tango in because I left my dance heels at a gig and my new ones, bought in part by a generous gift certificate from M., are backordered until September.
- A blue satin robe, embroidered with a dragon, that my dad brought me from Hong Kong when I was 16
- My mom's psychadelic wedding dress (circa 1973). The only time I've ever seen that same fabric was in Dolores Park in San Francisco, the day I got back from my permaculture design course. Most other people there were at least partially naked, due to Bay to Breakers...and due to it being a Sunday, which gives every gay man there license to walk around in way less than should be legal.
- A package of AAA batteries that I bought for something specific, but I can't remember what
Five things in the car:
- 2 pairs of dance shoes
- a bulb planter (for those roadside lily-planting emergencies, I guess...)
- half of a map of Boston and vicinity
- 2 blankets covering the dirt that I haven't vaccuumed out since I hauled a bunch of rocks
- bottles of coolant and brake fluid, two things my car has been leaking recently
Five things in my purse:
- digital camera
- $0.67 in change (mostly pennies)
- a pair of cheap sunglasses that somehow got stuck in the bottom of the purse and I'm afraid I'll rip it trying to get them out
- a folded-over Post-It note that reads "STAMPS"
- part of a taxicab voucher to the Manchester Airport from Delta Airlines, a remnant of the worst air travel ever on June 29, 2006