Most of us have at least one “junk drawer” or “catch-all drawer” somewhere in the house, typically in the kitchen. A few useful items are typically found there: screwdrivers, a flashlight, a lighter or matches, and a few random screws. But then you get stuff ranging from marginally useful to not useful. Mine has keys for things I no longer have, a small tape measure that no longer retracts properly, rubber bands, etc.
I
also have the equivalent of a junk drawer in my brain. It’s a place that stores
memories and information that are not entirely helpful. And the drawer is
always falling open and dropping stuff into my normal thinking.
Spoonerisms
are stored there. For example, I may say it’s a “lack of pies” instead of a
“pack of lies” when the drawer is open. A rainy day becomes a “dainy ray.”
My
old landline phone number is kept there.
And
then there are those useless memories. One of the more recurrent ones is of the
time a class of apprentices let me go the entire day with my shirt inside-out.
And there is that momentous day when I literally hit myself in the head with my
hammer.
I
really don’t need that stuff, but it remains rattling around in the junk
drawer.
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