Sometimes something catches my eye on my Dad shelf and I think HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I have never appreciated that before just now. Today was one of those days when I caught a glimpse of Dad’s…um…Dirt/Rocks/Stuff collection? Basically…Anything That Can Fit in These Tiny Test Tubes That Might Resemble a Mineral of Some Sort Collection.
Also…Please note the dust. I don’t lie when I say I don’t dust but when people come over. And even then I might not dust this thing because it’s kinda hidden on a shelf where no one looks.
This collection is stored EXACTLY how it was stored at Dad’s. In those little tubes which he probably stopped from getting thrown out when he worked in the Biomedical Engineering department at the hospital. He couldn’t stand for things to get wasted. He even salvaged shipping containers and made furniture out of them. He was the Upcycling long before it was cool. (And – honestly – he didn’t have much of an aesthetic so while the stuff was FUNCTIONAL, it wouldn’t have gotten many repins on Pinterest.)
So! This tiny grid of tubes. What’s in it? Luckily…some of it’s labeled!
And then there’s this one which he didn’t label himself because you can see the rapper edges. Thank GOD, if he had used erroneous quotation marks I would have struggled a bit.
And then here’s an old necklace of mine which I remember I stopped wearing because it kept kinking up. I asked for it for Christmas one year and I think he got it for me, but after several years it just looked awful and I guess he saved it because A) 14K gold…MINERAL! and B) It fits in the glass tube.
And then, this one. I’m pretty sure this one came from these pencils he used to let us buy at the Student’s Museum in Knoxville. The top half was a tube filled with tiny pretty rocks. This looks EXACTLY like the mix in one of those pencils. I hadn’t thought about them in decades but when I saw this tube (and he had a few like them) I thought, “ROCKS PENCILS!!!”
So, yeah. This is probably one of those entries that will only appeal to Me, My brother and his wife, and my kids when they want to trace their weirdo genetics. But still! NABLOPOMO!