Upside Down Kris

The Mystery Bag I am in the center of a bizarre bazaar: clothes for every season, old boxes and stockings from Christmas, dish towels with   the price tags still on...an assortment of stuff that can't be sold or given away.  The thing is, all these things mean something to me. They represent times of old or new memories to be told. For instance, there are recent purchases in preparation for our imminent move. We are lucky that many people are trying to help us, giving us items to begin a new life. I open some suitcases I haven't seen for five months, their zippers teeth finally able to chatter once again. I am dying to hear the mysteries they are so eager to reveal. I stretch the zip as long as possible in order to savor the anticipation–aannnnddd..tada!   I am flabbergasted. There is nothing "useful" in the smaller case. What is  in there is the "important" stuff: books that mean something to me, my old blue blankie, and Yogurt.  I sit back on the flo...