Tuesday, 20 January 2009

The Ubiquitous Safe Place

How many times do we squirrel an item away, for its own good, in one of those? Something we particularly treasure - for instance, a photograph of special significance? The museum musing of yesterday ended with my promising to photocopy relevant pictures to illustrate my ramblings. For the generation theme to make sense, I needed to begin with Grandparents. Fine. Those pictures are already on my computer after days of careful scanning. But try as I might, I couldn't find the one of Mum and Dad I wanted, their official wedding photo. In the interests of posterity, the original is carefully wrapped in tissue paper, away from the light, so that a future generation might find it unscathed by time.

It is in a safe place.
The problem is, it's so safe, I haven't been able to find it yet....

Now, I live in a relatively small house with limited storage space. I begin to realise it must be peppered with black holes ( no, not like the cupboard under the stairs, though I do have one of those) but black holes as in space, which the scientists tell us will suck matter into their depths in the twinkling of a ...... sun, moon or star, I guess I should say, rather than an eye.
How else am I to explain the disappearance of so many objects? The glasses I used for seeing the computer screen at work and could do with right now: the second sock to match its particularly cosy partner, as alone, it must remain of use to no one but an amputee: the tiny thimble I'd been saving until one of my granddaughters reached an age where it might fit them.

The list could go on and on.

Sometimes I've found a good tactical move, is to pretend you're not looking for 'it' ( whatever it happens to be) and to simply sidle around the place, nonchalantly opening cupboards and drawers saying, 'Oh, what have we here?' as if you hadn't already ferreted about in exactly this place half an hour ago. In this way you can creep up on 'it' unawares, if you're lucky. But this plan is by no means foolproof, or by now I'd have found the spectacles, the sock, the thimble and most of all, the photograph.

No prizes for guessing how the rest of my day will be occupied, once I finish this post.

Having touched briefly upon space and its black holes, it gives me a tenuous link to the following ditty, written with small fry in mind.

The Jump

Mackenzie James McArthur
had a very big name,
although he was only a little boy.
He said,'Let's play a game!
Go on Tommy, I dare you
to jump as high as high!'
Tommy jumped the biggest jump,
right up towards the sky.

'There, and now it's your turn'
said Tom when he'd come down.
Mackenzie James McArthur
gave him a nasty frown.
He said 'I won't be beaten,
I'll show you who is best!'
He set his shoulders squarely,
folded arms across his chest.

'I can jump the highest,
just you wait and see!'
Mackenzie James McArthur
sprang higher than the tree,
higher than the chimney top,
higher than the moon.
Tommy stood and waited, thinking
'He'll have to come down soon!'


  1. LOL!! That is a lovely poem Jinksi!! and I love the choice of name...Mackenzie James McArthur :)

  2. Yes, it was a tenuous link, but that is a nice, whimsical poem. But did he ever return, will he ever return? :)

  3. jinksy, just a quick introductory note: Thanks for calling by, I like what I see ( a man after my own heart) and will return. What, though, is a 'napple'? And, secondly, I think my word pictures are just as bald as yours; plain text, no graphics, no awards, nothing which might detract or distract from the message in the written word. Are you married, or free? ;-) x

  4. AC - thanks for your comment, I've spent the last hour writing 'The Jump Part 2'. I couldn't leave him, or you , hanging in mid air with no resolution to the problem!

    And SB - I'll have you know I'm VERY expensive - never free....

  5. Lovely, fun work, dear. Not to worry, I'm a charter member of the CRS club too, and often hide things from myself. :)

  6. Great insight! I can't tell you how many times I've put something away, telling myself "Oh, I'll find this again easily because [fill in the reason]" and then been utterly baffled when I tried to find it again.

  7. Foresight would have been better, Suldog, then I would have put things in places easier to find!

  8. this would make such a lovely children's book, i think :-)

  9. Monkey - If I could only find an illustrator, I'd be away! It would literally be a dream come true.


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