Sometimes I feel like a squirrel. I was watching one just the other day in my front yard. The landscape at this house has lava rocks instead of mulch. This squirrel looked like he was trying to bury a rock. “Stupid squirrel”, I was thinking until I realized it was a nut. Stupid me. This cute little rodent with a long, bushy tail was scurrying from spot to spot trying to decide where to stow this prized possession until it was needed at a later date.
We continue to bring boxes from the storage unit to the house and I continue to open them, and at times, unpack them and put them away. Other times I tend to be like the squirrel and unload the box, look through the stuff and place it in a pile or put it back into the box, or better still, a storage tote. I run from place to place with the prize in my hand trying to determine what to do with it!
Here are a few of the “nuts” that I lug around.