My Son's Spider Man DVD Has Been Located
It was a difficult moment when my son and I together faced the realization that his beloved Spiderman DVD went missing, both because of the loss itself and because of my continual admonition that he always return his favorite DVD's and other items precisely to avoid this outcome.
We looked all around living room where the primary TV of the house is located, opening and emptying drawers, crawling behind the entertainment center, looking under the couch and love seat. Gone.
Surmising that he may have taken the DVD with him into his room to watch it on his computer, we looked under his desk, night table, dresser, in his closet, everywhere.
And this wasn't the sort of search where you merely rifle through the contents of a desk or dresser, or open and close a closet door with a quick but careful visual scan; we were removing drawers, moving large pieces of furniture, and even moving appliances that are intended to be stationary. Such was the significance of losing this particular DVD.
The search even continued at our next-door neighbor's house, where my son often spends his afternoons frolicking among the backdrop of his childhood odyssey. (Please feel free to include that last sentence in any work of poetry that the reader may be endeavoring to create.) That search also proved futile.
It became a foregone conclusion that the DVD would have to be replaced, although the urgency of replacing it was tempered by the fact that my son also possessed the Spiderman II DVD, which he received as a Christmas present.
A few weeks passed when, one evening, my son and I were comfortably seated in our living room enjoying a SpongeBob Squarepants episode, (he was kind enough to let me watch SpongeBob even though the Science Channel was showing one of his favorite episodes from Popular Mechanics for Kids). While watching, and enjoying tremendously, the SpongeBob Squarepants TV show, a strange urge came over me.
Inexplicably, I rose from the couch, walked over to the entertainment center, reached above it, (it is up on a platform and the Supreme Aglet is no basketball player), so reaching above it requires me to extend my arm fully and stretch a bit. Feeling around with my hand, I felt something smooth that didn't feel like the top of the furniture. I grabbed the object and, needless to say at this point, it was the missing Spiderman DVD.
Explaining how it got there turned out to be an easier task than initially thought. After getting over the shock of finding it so easily after many thorough search attempts had failed, my son recalled that he had climbed up on a step ladder and put it there months earlier, reacting to the threat of damage to the DVD by my daughter (his younger sister) in the midst of some squabble they were having.
A few laughs and a hug later, we resumed our lives, gleefully enjoying the rest of the SpongeBob Squarepants episode already in progress, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
We looked all around living room where the primary TV of the house is located, opening and emptying drawers, crawling behind the entertainment center, looking under the couch and love seat. Gone.
Surmising that he may have taken the DVD with him into his room to watch it on his computer, we looked under his desk, night table, dresser, in his closet, everywhere.
And this wasn't the sort of search where you merely rifle through the contents of a desk or dresser, or open and close a closet door with a quick but careful visual scan; we were removing drawers, moving large pieces of furniture, and even moving appliances that are intended to be stationary. Such was the significance of losing this particular DVD.
The search even continued at our next-door neighbor's house, where my son often spends his afternoons frolicking among the backdrop of his childhood odyssey. (Please feel free to include that last sentence in any work of poetry that the reader may be endeavoring to create.) That search also proved futile.
It became a foregone conclusion that the DVD would have to be replaced, although the urgency of replacing it was tempered by the fact that my son also possessed the Spiderman II DVD, which he received as a Christmas present.
A few weeks passed when, one evening, my son and I were comfortably seated in our living room enjoying a SpongeBob Squarepants episode, (he was kind enough to let me watch SpongeBob even though the Science Channel was showing one of his favorite episodes from Popular Mechanics for Kids). While watching, and enjoying tremendously, the SpongeBob Squarepants TV show, a strange urge came over me.
Inexplicably, I rose from the couch, walked over to the entertainment center, reached above it, (it is up on a platform and the Supreme Aglet is no basketball player), so reaching above it requires me to extend my arm fully and stretch a bit. Feeling around with my hand, I felt something smooth that didn't feel like the top of the furniture. I grabbed the object and, needless to say at this point, it was the missing Spiderman DVD.
Explaining how it got there turned out to be an easier task than initially thought. After getting over the shock of finding it so easily after many thorough search attempts had failed, my son recalled that he had climbed up on a step ladder and put it there months earlier, reacting to the threat of damage to the DVD by my daughter (his younger sister) in the midst of some squabble they were having.
A few laughs and a hug later, we resumed our lives, gleefully enjoying the rest of the SpongeBob Squarepants episode already in progress, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
posted by The Supreme Aglet at 11:55 AM
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