Well, ya know how when you used to go down to your Dad's clothing store and "help out" by putting stuff back on hangers and hiding in-between the clothes and getting in the way; and he'd get irritated with you and FINALLY let you do the one job that you really wanted to do--the job that was the most fun for a kid--a job closest to a treasure hunt a small town boy would ever get?
I just loved watching my Dad open the large round cardboard box with the metal lid, reaching in and grabbing that metal scoop and then tossing that blue-colored oily sawdust in sweeping arcs all over the floor. It smelled like the desert sand combined with the floor of a sweltering jungle.
Handing me the huge pushbroom he smiled and said, "Sweep".
Man! Did I ever sweep! Back and forth, then side to side; over and over until I had multiple piles of blue. My Dad had shown me how to use the large dustpan to get them into the trash bin, but I never did that right away, for I knew there were treasures to be found in these piles--wondrous things like a pearl collar button, lots of straight pins from shirts tried on during the day, paperclips that were great for making pirate ship anchor chains and, sometimes even a dropped coin. TREASURE!!
Now I scour my mind sweeping it for tidbits from the past, hoping to chance upon a long forgotten treasure. Thus my blog is called Sessa'a Sweepings.
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