on opening a drawer
By most standards our home is quite small. We have two bedrooms,
one small storage room that serves as a bedroom, a small kitchen,
one bath, a salon where eight people start to feel crowded, and
a study. There's little storage area, and things are strewn all
around the house. In circumstances such as these it's relatively
easy to misplace things, but not necessarily for very long. Yet
it definitely is possible to forget about some objects almost completely.
My sock drawer gets opened, at least during the winter, very often,
but I hardly plunge deeper than the surface. Many a pair of unworn
socks are just below that surface. I can most probably throw them
out without having this affect my life in any way. And if I rarely
get beyond the surface socks, I almost never take a look at what's
even farther down in that (relatively shallow) drawer.
But there's lots to be found there. Mostly these are objects which
I apparently held in my hands at some point and didn't know what
to do with them, so I simply stuffed them into the closest available
drawer. The result is a collection of objects with no particular
connection between them, other than the fact that I don't need them.
At the very least, their place, if they have one, isn't in that
drawer. These are basically "out of sight, out of mind"
objects which I've forgotten about ... until recently, when reaching
for a clean pair of socks, my hand penetrated a bit deeper than
usual, and pulled out something that, well, seemed rather out of
place. And this offered me the opportunity to do a bit of exploring.
I offer here only part of the uncovered treasure.