Of The Things Found In Boxes….While Unpacking
You never know what you have until you are done unpacking…..
I shared with you some of the curious things I discovered while I was unpacking in my last post about moving and bonfires, and if you must know I am rocking a pair of 80s fashion pants…. Well I am bringing the 80s back, style I really am an old soul and not just by the fifty strands greys in my beard….
I found these pants in a wardrobe that’s been in storage for quite the longest time ……
While on that subject of longest of times I also discovered this smoke-preserved barbequed meat, also known as biltong or Chimukuyu in Shona.
Who knows how long its been there? Dare I eat it?
Ok if I suddenly develop mad cow disease or get any crazier than one would expect from a writer type…. please refer my doctor and or psychiatrist to this post, I am assuming the meat is beef but frankly it could be anything that once lived under the sun……
The first thing I unpacked was my dumbbells…. Because Fitness Freak.
Yeah I can run for quite far with one in each hand and then repeatedly punch at imaginary targets which is great practise for when I need to defend myself from invisible assailants with featherweight punches.
A Credence Clearwater Revival Vinyl LP tape….
The moon is shining outside and I am bopping away to some….. Bad Moon Rising as I write this post…..
Some interesting T-shirts I have never gotten round to wearing because I wasn’t brave enough….
A book project I started writing ten years ago…… when I was this big *you can’t seen my hands but I gesturing my height and or size reference * I signed of as B-Man *groans*
Yes, I went to Gokomere High School in case you are wondering……
For the fun of it I might just type it up and publish it on to here….. it deserves its slice of immortality than just to live in a grave of long forgotten dreams in box beneath my bed…. Maybe I might even finish it…… if anything its proof the writing bug bit me a long time ago……
Fun fact did you know it would take a 29 39040seconds to tick away 1 000 years… I did the math… without a calculator
And finally a boxful literally of bullshit, genuine African Elephant bullshit from Gonarezhou game park…..
It’s a cure for people who experience chronic nosebleeds, smoke this bad boy up and presto, you wont get nosebleeds as frequent. Ok you don’t really smoke it, you burn it and inhale a bit of the smoke, you inhale but you don’t smoke there is a difference right? Hashtag AskBill I don’t know about the actual physiological pathways but it works, if any doctors are in the house please do let us know… my granma swore by this stuff and I used to get regular nosebleeds but look at me now I don’t remember the last time I had one….
well I think I am mostly done with unpacking, and life gets back to its regular scheduled programming
PS I hope you had already eaten maybe I should have warned you about the elephant dung but its dry and smells like well compost and decaying leaves…..so I figured it shouldn’t violate any sensibilities ….☻☺☺☺