When life is full of harried hustling (like right now), scribbled notes and ideas jostle for room in my purse, along with half-used packs of gum, toothbrush/toothpaste -- and a protein bar, just in case I miss lunch. A checkbook, too -- I must be one of the last six people in the universe who still write checks. (My girlies sure don't.)
What do I keep in the wallet that competes for space with kleenex and a sometimes drippy pen?
*Nine hundred bazillion reward cards, for everything from Red Robin to Tuesday Morning
*Airline reward cards -- but only a few. And those have scribbled account numbers for other airlines
*The wholesale tax license for Brickworks
*A note from my dad -- one of the last he wrote. (It's a list of tractor parts he was looking for. Nothing mushy -- this was a stolid Dutch farmer, after all.)
*A list of addresses for family, friends and my piano students. (I currently have 5 -- piano students, that is!) Libby Lehman introduced me to a habit: sending postcards to Brother and Sister, the Mama, nieces/nephews and the girlies, and piano students, from wherever I've got a teaching gig.
I've been doing this for years. Though it's rarely mentioned, I see the postcards on bulletin boards and refrigerators, and have heard how much they like this. The hardest part: finding good postcards.
*License, credit cards...and a very little cash. (I rarely carry much.) If possible, an emergency $20 is stashed somewhere deep within.
*A cellphone -- if I wasn't absentminded, and left it at home.
So... what's in your wallet?
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