Friday, November 7th, 2008
After doing the treadmill first thing this morning (by first thing, I mean 9:45 … I am thankfully back to my schedule of staying up till 2 a.m. and waking up at 9-something), I channeled that hey-I’m-up-off-the-couch-doing-something energy into part 557 of cleaning up and organizing our pigsty of a bedroom. That involved the following:
- Unpacking the last few items from a suitcase I took on a trip seven months ago (just in time for the winter scarf and fleece jacket in there to be needed again)
- Sorting a heap of clothes on the bench at the foot of the bed that, again, had been there for months
- Discovering under some junk a box containing several small Christmas presents my parents gave Darwin last year.
- Organizing my many, many pairs of tights neatly in a box by color (brown, burgundy, green, navy, black, red, purple)
- Cleaning out the backpack I carried on my flight to Germany last February. It still contained the sticky rejects of the candy we bought in the train station, along with a few squashed granola bars and the edelweiss pin from our Sound of Music tour.
- Adding two more pairs of shoes to the donation pile.
- Finding a convenient place to hang my bathrobe.
- Killing an enormous roach (after shrieking like a girl in a horror movie), the kind that always pop up occasionally around here in the winter, no matter what.
As if seeing roach guts – something I try to see as rarely as possible – wasn’t gross enough, I also made an unusual discovery when I went to clean out the bottom drawer of our antique dresser.
I bought this Eastlake dresser – with matching bed and nightstand – at an auction a couple years ago. It took me several months of ownership before I ever cleaned out and papered the top two drawers and turned them into my underwear and swimwear/lingerie/hosiery drawers. I didn’t have an immediate need for the bottom drawer, so I wimped out and left it be.
Today, as I was contemplating the overflowing mess that was my swimwear/lingerie/hosiery drawer, the lightbulb went on. Duh, I could move the swimsuits and coverups (of which we have a surprising amount, since my parents have a swimming pool and we go there a lot in the summer) to that bottom drawer and have room in the middle drawer to actually organize my lingerie and hosiery.
First, to get to the bottom drawer, I had to move 10 pairs of shoes out of the way. I moved the summer pairs into the spare bedroom (soon to be nursery … eek, gotta find somewhere else to put my off-season wardrobe), tossed a couple pairs into the giveaway box, and just shoved the rest aside.
The drawer didn’t look too bad inside except for a mysterious object in the corner. Since we found a mouse skeleton in the wall, I’ve been cautious about picking up mysterious objects around the house, so I picked it up with a paper towel.
Lo and behold, the object nestled in my paper towel was a human tooth. A molar to be exact.
Just think: All this time there was a human body part in my dresser drawer.
I would probably be more grossed out if I hadn’t just finished dealing with my own heap of grossness. It’s actually kind of fitting considering the everything-but-the-kitchen-sink quality of our bedroom.
And now I’m just curious – whose tooth is this? How old is it? How long has it been rattling around in this drawer?
And what on earth do I do with it?