This is not my usual musing. It is the story of my last night’s archeological dig in my den. Curiosity started the whole mess.

In my den I have a large furniture piece with a cushion for seating. Underneath the cushion is storage. I wanted to know what is there. I had to move all sorts of stuff to get at the storage. I found stacks of CD’s. I took a few. I also found 3 DVD’s, all the seasons of Clatterford, one of my favorite BBC series. My DVD player has bitten the dust, dead of old age, so I will have to use my outside DVD player to watch them.

That wasn’t the end. I saw a couple of boxes filled with unknowns. In order to get at the boxes I had to move pictures, baskets, a kite, an Elvis wig, a Jelly Belly machine and empty small bottles saved for a project. Inside a one box I found vintage Wilton cake toppers including hula dancers, palm trees, cowboys and soccer players. They are so wonderful I wanted to bake a cake. Another had photo Christmas cards, all black and white of people I don’t know. I have used them as Christmas decorations. I also found old cook books of recipes from movies. I found some tins. Inside one were old Christmas tags and cards. Now, keep in mind that in order to get to all these I had to move so much stuff it covered the furniture and floor. It was hot so I had to keep stopping for a cold drink and a bit of a rest. Finally I had finished exploring. I started putting everything back. I also ended up reorganizing so I could get at some of those tins again. I was exhausted.

When I was a kid, my closet floor was always covered with a pile, a layered pile. I had to organize it often so I’m thinking that was practice for last night. I have become adept at reorganizing a mess.

Today is a switch from spring to summer. I am taking down the storms from the doors and putting in the screens, more heavy labor. My poor sloth is screaming in protest.