Once it was lost
Cleaning isn't my favourite chore. Of the chores I do on a regular basis, it usually only accompanies moving. The reward of cleaning is of course a more livable space, but an often forgotten reward in cleaning is finding lost stuff.

I always wondered about my moms ability to know where everything was. Her secret was not a phenomenal memory or women's intuition as she suggested, but she simply did all the cleaning. In her cleaning, she found things and moved things, things that the rest of us often counted as lost.

Recently, while cleaning out my car, I found my long lost blood donor card, for which I had since ordered and received a replacement. My roommate/landlord cleaned out his garage recently, and in doing so found two of my missing hockey sticks hiding behind his hockey sticks. I hadn't seen them since after last winter, which is okay, because I just lost my hockey stick that I bought for this season to replace the two that I lost. This week Monday, in preparation for this year's inaugural golf game, I found my watch, the one that I thought had been stolen from my car a while ago. Ana doesn't like it, but it's a beautiful Nautica watch that I got as a gift a long time ago.

Now if only I knew what I needed to clean to find my two Nalgene bottles, my newest hockey stick, my golf glove and my batting glove? Or do I subconsciously lose them to satisfy my simplistic lifestyle desires? Who knows.

   [ posted by William @ 1:44 PM ]