While I was preparing for my Residency, I sometimes felt like Ma Ingalls, going over and over my lists, planing precisely what I was going to bring with me on my great journey. Today I took an inventory of everything I brought with. Into my small purple suitcase, my weekender, and my messenger bag, this is what I shoved, packed and prodded: one pair navy blue topsiders, one pair buff leather boat shoes and matching belt, chocolate leather flip-flops and matching belt, one pair canvas Vans, new running shoes (yes for this trip), two pair running shorts, running polo, swim trunks, three pair sports socks, three casual button-ups (two blue one purple), one white dress shirt, fourteen pairs of underwear, three white undershirts, five casually trendy short-sleeved tees, one casually trendy long-sleeved tee, one pair Levis, one pair khakis, two pairs of casual day shorts (one seersucker one gingham), gold watch, my mother's class ring on silver chain, and my wallet and accouterments there-with-in.
But that's just my clothes; how about the toiletries: shampoo, conditioner, facial exfoliate, face wash, body wash, loofah sponge, toothbrush and toothpaste, floss, contacts and contact case, contact solution, Visine, glasses and case, razor and shaving cream, Axe Fresh Dark Temptation Deodorant, Crew Fiber, one bottle cologne Burberry Men, one bottle cologne Burberry Weekend, men's one-a-day vitamins, tweezers, fingernail clipper, all in my toiletries bag.
And then for the fun stuff; my "work" stuff: laptop and cord, two zip-drives, phone and cord, iPod and cord, camera and cord, camera case, two notebooks, one sketch book, eighteen ball-point pens, nine mechanical pencils, twenty-four colored pencils, envelopes and stamps, postcards, one hand-held calculator, my day planner, a deck of cards, The Big Book of Crossword Puzzles, John Steinbec's East of Eden, Wallace Stegner's Collected Short Stories, Marilynne Robinson's Gillead, Bergland & Lahlum's Norwegian American Women, series one of Downton Abbey, Out of Africa, Easy A, Eight Minute Abs & Other Workouts (the last four being DVDs), and finally my yoga mat.
Maybe someday hundreds of years from now, some anthropologist in some yet-to-exist culture will write her masters thesis on this most boring blog entry: "Everything Writers in the Late Democratic Period Owned."
Write on, shine on,
Thomas.
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