Going through my top dresser drawer makes me feel a bit like Forrest Gump opening a box of chocolates. I never know what I am going to get. Over the years what should have been a drawer for socks, handkerchiefs or some other article of clothing has become something entirely different.
Instead of a dresser drawer, it is more of a cross between the kitchen junk drawer and the trinket box from To Kill A Mockingbird. I have put off tackling this area because of the variety of items it contains. There is no one category to define its contents. Over the years I have to come up with different ways to keep it somewhat organized. I hate junk drawers and especially despise just throwing everything into a heap. So over time, when I emptied a box of checks I took the boxes and used them as separators. Yes, I know it sounds tacky and yes, it is as bad-looking as it sounds. But, in my defense, it was somewhat organized.
I waded in, slowly, not wanting to drown in the sea of debris that was a distorted but not entirely inaccurate reflection of who I am. Key rings of various sizes along with non-functioning mini flashlights and a laser pointer with weak batteries filled one box. “Maybe I can fix this flashlight?” In another box I found a mini screwdriver and loosed the tiny screws that prevented easy access to the flashlight’s battery compartment. Now apart, I tried removing the battery but realized I had tossed potential replacements into the trash just a moment earlier. Into the trash I ventured hoping that somehow I would miraculously grab one of the stronger batteries and not a dead one. There was no methodology applied in doing this. I grabbed the closest one. Thinking I was one step closer to salvaging the light, I was unable to remove the old battery and the guts of the device began to fall apart.
In you really want to get rid of something and don’t have the heart to toss a gadget that appears to be potentially usable I will share my secret to overcoming this. Take it apart and try to fix it. If you are like me you will fail at this. And so the mini flashlight, the battery I was going to use to revive it and another mini light on the same key chain all went into the garbage. Even the mini screwdriver broke into two pieces and so that was tossed as well.
Even though this was a small advance it was still a step in the right direction. Next I encountered 2 to 3 shoelaces. Why? Because I would forget that I had one and then buy another. Why? Just in case. Okay, there is nothing wrong with having a spare set of laces. But these have been in the drawer for months and maybe years so they too will go, along with several sun-glass neck cords.
What’s this? A very small pouch of something that looks like translucent rubber bands. I have encountered this item before. I did not know what it was the previous times and still do not recognize what it could be used for. I open the pouch this time because now I am in the proper frame of mind. After turning the item around several times I decide that it might be something to hold bed sheets in place. Or not. In the past I recall putting this item back, afraid that I would throw it out and then realize later that it was needed. Not this time. Into the trash it went. A sense of accomplishment brought a smug grin to my face. I was mastering the drawer. It is only a matter of time now. I’ve got a couple of days off this week. If I can empty this one drawer to the point that whatever remains is of impending usability I will have hope that the next drawer will be handled with increased momentum. Pray for me.