To Recover is to Uncover

So this is summer. I’ve perfected the delicate balance of being busy and active one moment and the next moment being so mind numbingly lazy that I will find great pleasure in staring at couch cushions. My parents just got back from China and their insistence on asking me questions about my life and trying to be involved is already driving me insane. The nerve of them! My dad just peeked his head into my room to offer me a deal where he would wash the outside of my car if I would finally wash the inside of my car. Parents! Am I right, folks?

I’m actually kind of excited to clean out my car. I’m a big fan of exploratory cleaning. The kind of cleaning where you have to clean out something that hasn’t really seen the light of day in a long time, like the corner of a closet or underneath a bed. Not only is it satisfying for me to really hack away at something disgustingly dirty, but also I always find something I forgot I had or forgot I lost.

When I came home for summer I discovered my mom had replaced my old twin sized bed with a Queen and a giant golden bed frame. The idea of having a nice spacious bed was eclipsed by the fact that it took up my entire room and was covered in the gaudiest purple and gold fabric and pillows. Everything else in the room that once was mine or familiar had been replaced as well by a real mahogany dresser, a matching mahogany bedpost, a rocking chair, and my mom’s old secretary that she uses to keep her tax forms and post-its in. I convinced my dad to help me switch out the giant Marie Antoinette bed with my pleasantly quaint twin and while we were moving it I found so many old and dear treasures of mine.

There were six or seven of my favorite Disney puzzles, the blocks I used to make houses for my Barbies with, and best of all I found the tape from 7^th grade of Caitlin, Jenny Staller, and I doing our parody version of Harry Potter books on tape. Don’t be jealous of our creativity.

All in all a good haul for knickknacks underneath a bed. Better than the cesspool of dead spiders I found underneath the old twin bed frame in the garage. I’m still convinced that itch on my leg is spider trying to bite its way into my shinbone. Now I’m off to see what nasty yet poignant lost things I’m to find in my car. Here’s hoping I’ll find those watermelon gummies that went missing a week ago.