I recently swept beside the stove and found a clove of garlic which had been forgotten down there. How long the little guy had been imprisoned there, I do not know. When I was a child, my grandparents had pulled their old range out (for some reason, perhaps they were actually getting a new one, I don't recall) and there behind the stove was an orange!! The Lord only knows how long it had been back there but it had dried, perfectly intact. Its seeds rattled loosely inside when you shook it. From that time forward, I always remember it being in the toy box which we kept in the hall closet. It was "the orange" which we used as a rattle and generally, as a ball.
On our first anniversary, Syd and I were looking through our wedding cards, rereading them and remembering that precious day. Upon opening one card, a 20 dollar bill fluttered out. That was a wonderful, forgotten thing, especially in those days!
During the extracting of the car, Ruger's old bone surfaced. When I presented it to him, it was as if it was brand new. He was so happy! I wonder how long he has puzzled over where that bone went, probably not long, as he is a dog.
I imagine that all of us have found things, forgotten things. Mine are usually found when I finally get to a project that I had been meaning to tackle for quite a while. I would have found the item long ago if I had been more diligent in my duties.
The most precious forgotten thing that I have found was a letter. It was in with items of my grandmother's which we were looking through after her death. The letter was from my mother, written on the day after my birth. She was in the hospital and the letter told some about what Mom had remembered about the actual birth, but was mostly exclaiming their happiness upon learning that they had finally had a little girl! (of course!). It was a wonderful surprise to find this letter and I love reading through it from time to time.
What a relief it is to get through a job that you've "been meaning to do for so long". Just keeping up with the surface things brings me an uplifting feeling. I exclaimed to Syd the other night, "I don't know what it is about putting one single cup into a clean sink or not feeling grit while walking across the floor barefooted." I don't think he got it, actually. I can see what all "my ladies" felt on the day after I had been at their house, cleaning. They always said to me, "I just LOVE walking into my house on the afternoon that you have been there to clean!" Having never had a housekeeper, I wouldn't know that feeling.
I remember the day that my father asked my mom if she would like him to hire a housekeeper. I was so excited, as the Brady Bunch was one of my favorite shows on TV and I so would have loved to have an "Alice" to come and live with us. My hopes were dashed when Mom exclaimed, "I wouldn't have another woman cleaning my house!" Looking back, I know it was probably the right answer, but at the time I truly thought she had made a mistake.
My lilies are blooming! I had seen them getting ready to pop yesterday but this morning three of them are fully open. I thought I'd share them with you.
Well, I hope you can tackle a job today that lifts your spirits, if you care to that is!
I read this yesterday and I so agree concerning the sink and the kitchen floor. I finally cleaned my kitchen floor *thoroughly* last week, and it felt so good to have that task accomplished and, as you said, no grit for a change. It won't last long, but what a great feeling!
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