The squirrel's chattering caught my attention, otherwise I would have walked past them and not noticed. Initially, the cat was looking at the squirrel. Then they both stopped what they were doing and stared at me. It was like I'd interrupted an important conversation or something and they were waiting for me to leave.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Except for a few boxes I'm trying to ignore, the moving is over. I'm ignoring them, because I don't know where I'm going to put the contents yet and I don't want to know what's in them.
So many boxes.
The late George C was right. I have way too much stuff.
One of the motivations to moving to this new place was the large storage closet that will hide my stuff.
It begs the question. Do we collect stuff to fill a void, an emptiness? Spiritual pondering is not my thing. My minute attention span just can't focus long enough to come to any kind of conclusion.
I like to think my stuff -- the music, the books, the movies -- keep me amused. Especially in winter when the temperature screams, "You've got to be crazy to go outside!"
Like this past weekend where I had the heat cranked up enough for Kit to feel toasty.