My grandparents (aka, Nana and Papa), visited me last night on their annual migration to Florida. It's always nice to see dear and familiar faces, although I am hard-pressed to find entertaining things to do for 80-year old people - fortunately it really wasn't much of a problem as they were both sacked out by 8:30pm. In their defense, they had been up since 4am and were also dealing with the hour time change.
They also brought me a whole bunch of crap. It is MY crap. Crap that I had been keeping (or had completely forgotten about) at their house for the past 12 years or so. Crap like old elementary school track ribbons, poetry awards, school pictures and report cards, carefully drawn pictures from age 7, little league photos, programs and high school newspapers, and other related family memorabilia. A whole box full of this crap...now sitting in the middle of my living room floor.
I started going through some of it and some of it is hysterical and had me grinning from ear to ear and some of it is kinda heart-tugging. For now I may just stick it in a closet until I feel the urge to walk down memory lane.