Our lives are as fragile as the wings of a butterfly, and make little impression on the larger world. Flying creatures in the Jurassic Era made a larger impression in fossilized rocks. Does the New Year encourage us to pause and reflect? Perhaps, but this is all the reflecting I intend to do. I am busy putting stuff away.
After I dismantled the holiday decorations, using brown cardboard boxes for storage, I no longer knew which box contained what or where anything was. Thus, one of my goals in the New Year is to bring order to the holiday stash with “see-through” containers for all these goodies.
When I began decorating this past season, I noticed I had too many of one thing and not enough of another: too few extension cords, too many strings of colored lights and ornaments. I found enough ornaments to decorate a grove of small trees. Time to purge I think.
Oh yes, I know some of you are better organized, but I am only beginning to become a truly organized person. I began my undertaking with my skeins of yarn which now mostly occupy a plastic container under a coffee table which sits under a card table next to my chair. I have a drawer full too, where once hundreds of discarded DVDs lived.
One of the container product reviewers warned, “You will like these boxes so much you will want to buy more. Be wary as you will end up collecting boxes and not get around to your projects.” So true…my partly done Afghan is waiting for me next to my chair. Too bad, I have been diverted, reading about Lincoln and General Grant who reminds me of Patton.
David’s shop was filled with boxes until yesterday. True, I saved them for recycling, but they can always go in the blue bin after I remove their contents and fill new plastic containers.
When I found mice turds in one of the older cardboard boxes, I knew it was time to make a change. My goodness, they even made a nest in the stove top, which should give you a clue as to how often I turn on the stove. David and I have been fighting the mice for 30 years. No Nutcracker he, but I have organized my pantry and cupboards, owing to help from Amelia, one of my granddaughters. Shelves filled with mostly organized plastic containers holding corn meal, whole wheat flour and such fill my cabinets. Meanwhile, regarding cooking, I have all sorts of good intentions, and you know where they lead.
I bought containers for our cereal and outdoor bird food. I have large rolling containers for the parrot pellets and seed mix. We empty the bird dishes every night and David sweeps the floor and takes the trash bag to the bin. Still the mice come.
Our old house has many entryways. Ines, my cleaner says at her house they catch the mice and turn them loose in the local park. They always come back she says. I called Mario the terminator, and he says as long as I feed the birds, the mice will come.
Perhaps I am becoming container mad, but they are so nice in my war against mice.
They will never be able to eat anything’, says David when he sees my new squirrel-proof suet feeder with a cage wrapped around a cage. I would show you a photo, but my on again, off again software is being recalcitrant…so I have used a photo from Zemanta. And below I finally got the darn thing to upload.
Within the hour, the little Chickadee is hopping around inside the caged feeder and merrily eating. The larger sparrows cannot spoil his fun. Yesterday, finches in their winter camouflage were fighting for a place at the feeder. I told David he can put the shipping box that held the new suet feeder into the recycle bin.