Finally made it into the world of aging. I've earned my wings.
As a child and growing into a young adult as my father grew into his senior years I recall that dad had a large coffee cup or empty glass jar sitting on his table which sat next to his favorite chair which sat in his den. Near by was his TV and all the creature comforts of home. It's this large cup which I reference here.
In this coffee cup were implements of writing: pens, pencils, high lighters, erasers, as well as small tools: screwdrivers, spoons, other utensils and other items that had gone astray: buttons, needles and the like.
I have now taken to this well worn tradition and begun to collect items in a see-through jar with implements of my own. More toward the likings and need of female use and modern technology: tweezers, pens, pencils, remote, computer plugs (computers and cell phones need cords and power), and of course, an item or two that dad also used that I failed to mention, reading glasses. These glasses adorn most locations within the house but are a regular item for the jar. By containing them in this jar they are never too far away.
I have joined the world of my father and have personalized my items to accommodate cell phone solitaire, crosswords by book and computer and whatever else fits in the container. The items contained have changed for a more technological world but the concept is the same. The world has changed very little.
