I pity anyone who has to dig through my stuff when I'm gone--I'm a magpie. There are bits and pieces of poetry, songs, unpublished short stories, quilt patterns, letters, receipts, rose catalogs, old greeting cards, cartoons I've clipped out of the paper, out-of-date calendars and address books with cryptic notes--and that's just in my desk!

And we don't even want to get into what's on my computer; it's worse yet...

Lin