Scattered to the wind

I am not sure one can ever throw away anything really. I mean, somethings I suppose, but in today's environment wouldn't we actually be disposed to reduce, reuse, or recycle the stuff?
I was going through a large purge of stuff a couple days ago. I needed to downsize once again. All my stuff should really fit into my truck. That is about the right size. How much more should I need really?
Well, as a contractor, it turns out that I need a great many things: tools, measurement devices, tooling, etc. Then there's the left over materials that I hate to toss out, that I would like to use and not waste. Uniform/clothes for work. As a business owner I have files to keep, and a computer, and a box of business cards, etc.
And then a person needs some clothes. Maybe a few favorite t-shirts, winter sweaters I wear like...twice but that one needs for that one day when it's particularly nipply. Socks. A guy needs socks. Nice clothes, some kick arounds, and then the obligatory stained stuff for like oil changes and mechanican type things. My 1975 BMW motorcycle needs massaging once in a while.
But I have been lugging around other things for quite some time. A blender I have used like twice in eight years. Yep, Goodwill. Books I love but that really exist only in my head. CDs. Who has CDs anymore? Yep, Goodwill. My babybook. Keeper. For an adopted kid, that is a keeper. You can call me 'Norman' if you'd like by the way.
But how about the high school year books? I am 40 dude. My best friends forever are somewhere wondering the same thing as I: Dean who? So I loaded up all in the back of the truck and drove off. And I saw a piece of paper fly out. Then another. Just a few really. And it occured to me that it could be that pieces of my treasured high school years, my best friends forevers, were flying out into the world, freed at last from the bottom of the closets, the store rooms, the spiders left longing for a place to perch. And I thought that would be very fitting. I apparently was going to toss them into the recycling bin soon so why not escape and live on?
Figuratively, I suppose I was throwing them away. I did not pine over them and pour amongst the details of who and why and lost loves. I pretty much am focused on the here and now. And now. So for them to refuse to be thrown away was kinda a cool thought. And I wonder, which ones escaped. Which ones survive today?
I'd like to think it's something significant that will haunt me, like Rosebud. Or maybe, a long lost friend who needs help and I will cross paths in an odd karma way and save the day. But likely, it was the grainy picture of me shooting a freethrow in an insignificant game, gangly arms and red ringed tube socks pulled up to there and the short shorts of the day hiked up to, well, there. I looked like a friggin barber pole.
But survive they will. And like many of my most treasured things, they exist in my head and in my heart. And they will always be there for me to call up. And I am consoled by that.
But the blender, it's long gone friends.