unfortunately for this tea junkie, this mug is inside of a plastic tub in which i've been keeping a random assortment of things since i moved. and this tub is underneath some shoeboxes and other such clutterfuckery-slash-debris. i move all the things out of my way to get to this opaque plastic bin with a white lid. i stumble my way back over the mess i'd just made to get back to the bed, where i have a clean surface to begin my excursion through junkish memorabilia. i find gum that, still wrapped in its packaging, is still good. a few of my quality pens have made their way into a shoebox, so i retrieve them and placed them in a more appropriate area: my pen drawer. (don't ask.) then, there it sits, my mickey mug.
full to the brim is the unholy grail and spilling over with the little trinkets of little-to-no value whatsoever. pushpins, keyrings, paper
clips, safety pins, rubber bands, canadian quarters that have no reason to exist in this country. so i find another small box -- one which i have not been using for anything important. a circular box in which i received a christmas present a few years ago. at the moment it is holding my crappy wal-mart digital camera (that i can't very well use due to lack of usb connector cord.) and my nintendo ds charger. i gently scoot them to the side and dump the contents of my mickey mug into the circular box. i look at the now-empty mug and notice a particularly unsettling gritty veneer on the bottom... alas, i had forgotten to clean it completely when i packed.
hence distracted momentarily from my tea-making plans, i begin to plunge into the depths of my worthless treasure. and all of a sudden, my eyes fall upon it. a glint of silver... and a tiny metallic string... i thought i had forgotten it on the bureau in beverly. the only two known things i had left behind were the painting on the wall, and the crock pot in the bottom cabinet. i assumed i had left a third behind. but here it is, inches from my fingertips. one of my most prized possessions, once thought to be lost, had somehow managed to find its way into my life again at a most depressing time.
i keep it on me now, even when i sleep. the ring james gave me. on a silver chain. around my neck, the ring falls between my heart and my voice. it's comforting to know it's there. happiness comes when you least expect it, and i could not have been more grateful for its impeccable timing.
