We cleaned out my parents’ garage.
That might not seem like an event worthy of NBC news, but the people at NBC have never had to wade through forty years of boxes, dirt and miscellaneous broken appliances to find the Christmas lights.
We found a box that had “Misc. Books 1959” scrawled on the side. So you are duly warned. Anything you think you might store in garage for a year or two might end up there for forty-four years–just a little longer than the amount of time the Israelites spent wandering in the desert.
While cleaning out the garage, I found my old hand me down toy chest packed with toys still in their boxes. I brushed off the dust to find that some of my prized Micronauts remained in tact. The toys were not only in their original boxes but they were also in their original styrofoam. The toys were in nearly pristine shape though they had a blemish or two from years of play.
Then it struck me, “What kind of ten year old plays with a toy and then puts it back in its original styrofoam casing and in its original cardboard box?” I gaped in awe at my anal retentiveness. I showed it to my mother, “This is sick. I was ten years old and I put my toys back in their original box and in their original styrofoam.” She frowned, “You were a good boy.”
Ah, yes, now I understand. My two years of serving simultaneously as an IT person and as a program administrator for a federally funded program were the fruit of years of experience in putting toys back into their original styrofoam and cardboard boxes. Who else could process paperwork for the federal government and write scripts for downloading files from the feds in order to parse them for importing into a locally run database? I may be destined forever to help people put their toys back into their boxes.
I recently asked one of my long time and dear friends if I ever let him play with my Micronauts. He said clearly and without reservation, “No.” I guess I not only had problems with anal retentiveness but also with letting other people play with my toys. I remember thinking that my friends had no idea how to play properly with their toys. Luckily, I’ve chilled out a bit over the last twenty years.
I think I may just tell my children, “Don’t put away your toys. Don’t put them back in the boxes. Leave them out for Pete’s sake!”