All last week, it was cloudy and gray with Winter temperatures. And then, two days of freezing rain.
This year’s crocuses never had a chance. No wonder the raccoons got desperate.
Top Cat and I woke up in the middle of the night. Top Cat said he heard the cats knocking over things in my work room. So I put on my bathrobe and stumbled down the hall, turned on the light in my workroom, and found two sleepy cats blinking at me. And everything was in place…
It wasn’t until we got up for reals in the morning and I went into the pantry that I figured out who and want was going bump in the night. Raccoons had got through the cat door — and made it past our crack team of Watch Cats — and raided our stash of Raisin Bran and Teriyaki Sauce, which they mixed together with a five-pound jar of sugar (which was made of glass, which broke). Yum.
It was while Top Cat and I were picking the buffet off the floor that we came across a heavy Tupperware box containing a five-piece set of silverware, service for 12. The Tupperware storage box, that’s all me — I have three other sets of silverware stored in Tupperware boxes (when Top Cat and I got married and combined our households, it turned out we had a lot of silverware). But neither of us can remember seeing this 60-piece set before (with four serving pieces). It looks to be brand new, but we know we certainly did’t get it as a wedding gift, and we certainly didn’t buy the stuff ourselves, and we would never have taken it from a relative’s estate because we refuse to take any more stuff from relatives…
When 60 pieces of silverware can show up out of the blue, this proves that we still have too much stuff. Which brings me to the Way of the Owl.
One of the dear faithful readers of this blog recommended this book to me and it’s a beaut. I’ve always had a fondness for owls (doesn’t everybody?) but this book turned my vague affection into love. Go read it.
I like owls so much that I’ve acquired a fair bit of owl stuff, stuff that I’ve gone through this past Winter during my Great Get Rid of Stuff mood, stuff that is packed up for the day when Top Cat and I drive upstate to donate all our stuff the thrift shop that benefits the Heart of the Catskills Animal Shelter.
But I had second thoughts about my owl stuff, after reading this book, Wesley the Owl. All of a sudden, I thought Oh my DoG, I have to keep all my owl stuff!
So I went and found all my owl stuff and I unpacked it and I sorted it, and I was ready to put it all back in my jewelry box when I remembered the Way of the Owl.
The Way of the Owl has no use for jewelry. In fact, the Way of the Owl has no use for anything but love for a life-long mate and plenty of tasty mice. And I already have my life-long mate, and as the raccoons can tell you, there’s plenty of tasty things in the pantry.
So in the end, I picked one piece from each group of owl stuff (below):
So except for the four pieces that I’m keeping, all these owls will be joining the rest of my stuff headed for that great animal shelter/ thrift shop in the country:
That’s one whole jewelry box of Trifari, with another jewelry box of Coro, Sara Coventry, and Craft; and another box of vintage ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s necklaces, earrings, and brooches; and about half a dozen pieces of sterling silver. There’s about 200 pieces in all.
How did I amass so much stuff? Well, I like pretty things. I like questing for treasures. I like collecting in themes. I like wearing three or four brooches at once. I like the stories that each piece reminds me of.
But I’ve enjoyed these pieces already and I promised that I would donate them to a good cause, and there’s no better cause than supporting the good work done at the animal shelter, and there’s no better way to be than keeping a promise to your fellow creatures.
That’s the Way of the Owl.