An old high school buddy is having an open house and I asked Il if he wanted to go. He says he’s even more reclusive than he’s been in the past, and I can’t blame him. Both is parents passed away this year. I keep telling myself that we’re going to have work done on the house and I’m going to go through more of my dad’s stuff, but I haven’t done much of anything. One thing I blame it on is the lack of a TV in my dad’s room, since my sister was using it for other purposes. I got it back today, so that won’t be much of an excuse any longer. I can have football games on and go through his accumulated stuff.

I was looking around today and found a tiki and a Charlie the Tuna statuette. Maybe they’re coin banks. In any case, some weird stuff. I think Charlie needs a spot on my desk, but I really should get rid of most of the accumulated junk. This is what happens when I start thinking too much about all the stuff.