My Cave of Misc

The Daily Addictions word for today is CAVE.

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Dmitry Abramov — Pixabay

This brings to mind the story of Ali Baba and the Forty thieves. The brave young Ali Baba dared to speak the password, “Open Sesame,” and explore the cave. What he discovered was a stash of hidden treasure.

I have two different caves, one being the spare bedroom that I’ve appropriated for my sewing space. I’ve been working at cleaning that up. The other is right here at my desk. But rather than treasure, you’ll find half a lifetime of saved scribbles, loose and in cheap coil notebooks, that need to be gone through.

Cluttered desk
Ali Baba would have given up in despair.

This reminds me of an account I once read, the confession of a none-too-neat homemaker. She finally saw the light one day when she arrived home from some outing to find a police car in her driveway. An officer met her outside her door to explain the situation:
“One of your neighbors saw a stranger enter your house through a window and called us. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you’d best be prepared: he’s completely trashed the place. I know it’ll be hard, but you’ll have to go in and have a look around, tell us if you notice anything that’s missing.”

It was a lot harder for her, after having a look around, to swallow her pride and tell the officer, “Doesn’t look like anything’s missing. Everything is just as I left it.”

Last winter I made a start at cleaning up all my scribbles and made a small dint; now I’ll  renew my efforts while it’s -35 and I don’t want to set foot out of the house. So be prepared for a sudden gush of haiku, other micro-verses, and tidbit tales here on my blog.

Ali found a heap of treasure
hidden in a deep dark den;
in my cave, a heap of scribbles
a life of plying pencil and pen.

11 thoughts on “My Cave of Misc

    1. That would be really embarrassing!
      I understand what you’re saying! We love our husbands and want them to feel free in the house — but don’t always appreciate the stuff they want to leave here and there. Especially on the dining room table, which makes a great work surface.
      Friends were telling us recently about a fellow who works for an auto wrecker and he has all manner of engine parts lying all over his house. Shudder!

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      1. They like to have things handy in case there’s a few minutes to work on them; my husband is the same with paperwork. At least there’s no grease.:)
        But the time when we both have current projects “handy,”the table can completely disappear. 😉

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    1. Sometimes I think of shredding the lot. 🙂 but then, a woman in her nineties once told me that she’d kept a diary all through her youth and early married years. In her old age she was afraid her children would find it a nuisance so she burned all those pages. An invaluable record of the old days! Sob!

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