A 36 tablet-sized Excedrin® bottle, half-filled with fine-grain sand sits on my desk. Over a month ago I found it in a box of things I wanted to keep. I don’t know where the sand came from. A beach obviously, but which beach and why did I keep it? More importantly, why am I keeping it now, and why on my desk?
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Maybe it’s not sand . . .
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Now there’s a scary thought. Hadn’t considered that.
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It’s definitely sand. I’m thinking now, from a beach in England — probably the first ocean beach I ever visited.
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Good questions all!
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Hmmm… should the sand perhaps be sent to AncestryDNA for testing?
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I had the same thought, Susan.
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If you can’t remember what/who it is, sprinkle it in the garden with love and the knowledge that it was important to you once, and lives on in this blog.
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I might just do that. Only because I want it off my desk and it will be another checkmark on my Declutter 2018 chart.
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