Curious things about the house #91

On my dresser in the walk-in closet sits a little box my mother made for me in my youth. I keep my collection of stick-pins in it. I didn’t consciously pursue this hobby, but I realized I had heaps the others day, so I gathered them all up and put them into this box I rescued when we closed the parent’s house. Every morning dressing for work I pull one out a pin and put it on my jacket label.

I have three AIDS ribbons. I think I had more once upon a time. I believe one of them is from a friend now deceased. I can not remember which friend gave it to me, which is a shame. Back then there were so many who died. I should ask Someone if he has any to add to the collection.

When I last visited Brother #3 in Michigan, he offered me to take as many pins off our late father’s traveling hat. The hat didn’t fit worse luck, or I would have taken the lot. I took a few that meant something to me viz. places I have visited:

I also took The University of Michigan pins as I went there too.

My favorite pins are the ones of Greek and Norse Gods:

Which pin gets picked for the work day is dependent on fancy. but I always wear Wotan on Wednesday and Thor on Thursday. It’s the law.

Wait a minute… where is Loki? I know I have a stick pin of him. He wasn’t with the others! So he is missing in the family photo portrait.

I have a handful of Greek gods as well. I haven’t gotten the whole Pantheon – yet. How many can you identify?

And then there is Cancer, my natal sign. One thing you should know about The Cancer Man is he is a giant blackhole of endless emotional needs and like the crab he never approaches you or anything directly but kind of shimmies up to you sideways and starts hemming and hawing until you play ‘twenty questions; to drag out what he is trying to say to you. Oh the pain.

Just as I was about to post, I rummaged through my briefcase and lo! Look who I found, hiding underneath some business cards in a pocket:

He is a dear; please don’t feed him buns and things.