I have not historically been the most timely person. It keeps happening that I will set something aside for just a little bit with the best of intentions. That task will invariably become buried (both literally and figuratively) beneath all of life’s daily debris and become quite forgotten about.
It so happened then that the wooden dinosaur mobile Young C got as a baptismal gift from my grandmother when he was eight months old never got hung up. The fine fishing wire that holds the dinosaurs was badly tangled, so the box was set aside to be grappled with just as soon as we got the chance. And if Young C himself hadn’t found the box while nosing around in our closet the other day there’s no telling when we would have gotten around to it.