When I can't think of anything to write about - 書く事が思い浮かばない日には。

Oh, what can I do. I've got nothing to write.
The resolution to write one article everyday was an impossible one. I really need some sort of inspiration to prompt something in my mind to write about.
Well, let me look around...

あぁ、どうしよう。書くことないじゃん。
毎日記事を書くっていうのはやっぱり無理だったんだ。
書くためにはネタを呼び起こすような、インスピレーションみたいなの必要だから。
待って、ちょっと周りを見渡して。。。

I see two bookcase on my left side. On the bottom of the bookshelf on the right there is the book titled MYOB software for dummies, which I flipped through few times when I was working in the financial department in a certain organisation and never opened since then. There are a few German self-teach books and a couple of dictionary I bought when I was 19. These, again haven't used for ages. Yet they're sitting there waiting for me to open them again some day.

ワタシの左手には本棚が２つある。右側の本棚の一番下にはワタシがとある機関のファイナンス部に働いていたときにちょっとめくった事がある『バカのためのMYOBの使い方』。その後は一度もひらいた事が無い。
１９歳ん時買ったドイツ語の勉強書や辞書も２つくらいあるね。こっちも何年も使ってないなぁ。
それでも、この子達はワタシにまた開いて貰える日をそこで待ってるんだろうなぁ（lol）

You must have few such things that you don't use anymore but keep for the sake of nostalgia, the memento of your past, so to say.

誰でも今はもう使わない物で、懐かしいからとって置いてるものあるはず。過去の記憶が形になったものとでもいうのかな。

There are other few which I believed that I'd never use again and threw away, then ended up regretting it; like those old junk that are still squashed in card board boxes that probably would never see the light again, but each one of them is somewhat dear to you and you'd be surprised how much you miss them if you ever chuck them out.

ワタシも他に、もう絶対に使わないだろうと思って捨ててしまい、後ですごく悔やんだ物がある。段ボール箱の中に押し込まれてる古いガラクタみたいに。もう日の目を浴びる事は多分無いと思うけど、一つ一つが何となく大切で、いつか捨てちゃったら、想像以上にさびしいんだろうなぁ。

All these things probably only stay as long as I live, some may survive in other people's hands but the memories that attached to the objects don't.
When my mum chucked the old wooden musical box I adored as a child it left me brokenhearted, it was a hut-shaped thing with a miniature water mill (wheel) on its front. It broke time after time due to me over-winding the wheel too many times. And each time it happened either me or my dad fixed it.
Just as I write about it conjures up the memory of the cat-shaped shoehorse holder, which played back this well-known music (that I can't remember the name) every morning when he took out the shoehorse. Then, as the melody ended with the 'click' the sound of the door slide-open followed and dad was gone to work.

こういう物もワタシが生きている限りのもの。他の人の手に渡ってゴミ箱行きは免れるかもしれないけど、ワタシとの思い出までは残らないよね。
いつか、母がワタシが昔っから大好きだった古い木のオルゴールを捨てちゃった時はすごく悲しかった。小屋の形をしてて、表にミニチュアの水車がついてた。ワタシが水車部分を巻きすぎて、壊れた事は何回もあるけど、そのたびに父か、私がなおしてたの。
こうして書いてる間も、思い出される。猫の形の靴べらホルダーがあって、毎朝父が靴べらをとると有名な曲が流れたのね（曲の名前が思い出せない）。で、メロディーがカチャっていう音と共にとまると、ドアの開く音がして父が仕事に出て行ったの。

I was obviously a musical box freak - it always marvelled me when I was at home alone and playing back all the musical boxes in the house at once...

ワタシは間違いなくオルゴール中毒（アルコール中毒ではありません）。いつも一人で家にいる時、家中のオルゴールを一度にかけて「すっごーい」なんて浸っちゃってたなぁ。

And my memories was amplified partly because I don't have them anymore.

ワタシの思い出もその対象物がもう無い事もあって、更に強いものになってる。