Well, hello

My husband returned to work last week. We've learned so much during the past couple months...here are just a few:

1. Brain injuries are frightening and weird
2. Neurology is a fascinating science
3. We are fearfully and wonderfully made

(That third item is a quote from a poet-king, who was no stranger to war, and I wonder how many scars he carried, inside and out. They didn't have improvised explosive devices, but if an NFL player can suffer long-term brain trauma, consider what a warrior might endure.)

During his recovery, the Total Package decided to clean his office, and of course he unearthed another box of treasures whose provenance spans early childhood through college. I couldn't resist photographing them, so here's a peek:

This box has a lid the size of a quarter. I don't believe the tiny things inside came out of my husband's mouth. I think they're kidney stones, and he's just trying to fool me.

The next few items are crafts from camp or Scouts. The puppet is a monkey, I'm told, holding a handmade rubber-band gun.

The yo-yo: "I saved my money for that!"

What does it have in its pockets?

I could serve boys soda in these: "This is all you get!" We should probably get a University of Michigan glass, too, since we now have alumni (and alumni-to-be) in the family. The watch belonged to Karl's grandfather.

This pamphlet came with a pair of army boots, purchased years ago. The yelling-caps crack me up. That is naughty of me. TRENCH FOOT IS NO JOKE.