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the bathroom closet
Did I say I wasn't doing anything? I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, which took all afternoon because I realized that the medicine cabinet over my sink was not big enough to fit everything I wanted put away, and so I had to attack the closet. Besides the usual towels and rags and old plastic bags and cleaning stuff, I also found the following: (some of it almost lives up to the post-it note I found while cleaning out the medicine cabinets last month that said I had brushed my teeth on it)
Removed from the bathroom closet:
2 bright green plastic bats (of a sort of jumbo whiffle-ball style)
1 spray can of "white magic" bathroom cleaner in an ancient aerosol can that had completely dried up
a modest collection of pads so old that either the glue was no longer sticky, or in one case it stuck so violently to the peel-off strip that there wasn't any left on the pad
2 ancient electric toothbrushes & an unopened packet of screws for fastening one of them to the wall
2 waterguns that worked, 2 that didn't, and one that I couldn't figure out how to fire
a plastic knife
a curry powder tin containing soap powder and a carved soap fettish of a flattened female torso, possibly rendered with the plastic knife, judging from the serrated surface texture
a large plastic pipe tobacco drum, now about half-full of toxic, air-polluting soap dust which I had the misfortune to inhale when I opened it
2 of 3 pieces of ancient broken windshield wiper
2 matched formal pictures of my parents and my father's parents from the time of his naval commission
a tiny book of The Animals' Christmas Eve
a 16 oz can of used soap slivers to be ground up into powder (these are all from the era when my father decided to make new soap bars out of the remains of old ones, thereby promoting recycling and minimizing waste-- this was about the mid-80s, I believe...)
a rubber glove, the hand of which had become unbendably brittle with age
a small glass vial
a leaky scuba snorkel
an only slightly leaky inflatible globe (with the USSR on it) advertising Fed-Ex
large quantities of green fuzzy carpet scraps from the carpeting that was taken out of the bathroom while I was in college
an ancient bug motel
Replaced in the closet (as no better home was forthcoming):
1 set of king size sheets (there are no king size beds in the house)
two twin comforters that no one except possibly my father actually wants
a baby blanket & several afgans
a box of soothing oatmeal bath powder (no expiration date) prescribed for me when I had chicken pox in April of 1983
a large plastic beverage cup full of unopened freebie motel soaps
a once semi-elegant masculine bathroom set on a stand which my brother has never used, and is now missing the toothbrush which I stole for travel purposes.
Removed from the bathroom closet:
2 bright green plastic bats (of a sort of jumbo whiffle-ball style)
1 spray can of "white magic" bathroom cleaner in an ancient aerosol can that had completely dried up
a modest collection of pads so old that either the glue was no longer sticky, or in one case it stuck so violently to the peel-off strip that there wasn't any left on the pad
2 ancient electric toothbrushes & an unopened packet of screws for fastening one of them to the wall
2 waterguns that worked, 2 that didn't, and one that I couldn't figure out how to fire
a plastic knife
a curry powder tin containing soap powder and a carved soap fettish of a flattened female torso, possibly rendered with the plastic knife, judging from the serrated surface texture
a large plastic pipe tobacco drum, now about half-full of toxic, air-polluting soap dust which I had the misfortune to inhale when I opened it
2 of 3 pieces of ancient broken windshield wiper
2 matched formal pictures of my parents and my father's parents from the time of his naval commission
a tiny book of The Animals' Christmas Eve
a 16 oz can of used soap slivers to be ground up into powder (these are all from the era when my father decided to make new soap bars out of the remains of old ones, thereby promoting recycling and minimizing waste-- this was about the mid-80s, I believe...)
a rubber glove, the hand of which had become unbendably brittle with age
a small glass vial
a leaky scuba snorkel
an only slightly leaky inflatible globe (with the USSR on it) advertising Fed-Ex
large quantities of green fuzzy carpet scraps from the carpeting that was taken out of the bathroom while I was in college
an ancient bug motel
Replaced in the closet (as no better home was forthcoming):
1 set of king size sheets (there are no king size beds in the house)
two twin comforters that no one except possibly my father actually wants
a baby blanket & several afgans
a box of soothing oatmeal bath powder (no expiration date) prescribed for me when I had chicken pox in April of 1983
a large plastic beverage cup full of unopened freebie motel soaps
a once semi-elegant masculine bathroom set on a stand which my brother has never used, and is now missing the toothbrush which I stole for travel purposes.
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