Sacrifice for the Cause?

If you read the last post you'll remember a funny looking ceramic cat wind chime. Something made by my kindergarten-sized fingers so many years ago.

Among a cadre of items with no other value than delightful memories, the cat made the cut through a life-time of purging. Still, how could I justify it as part of our new life on the road?

Friday morning I was surprised to see a short, empty cord hanging on the patio. On the bricks below I made the "grisly" discovery.




Bye-bye kitty........:-)

It seems that after all those years, all those moves, packed, unpacked, the cat took the decision away from me this time. The ultimate sacrifice? No desire for a vagabond life? A 50-year-old cord hanging in the sun??

In any case, one less item to consider. I don't see it as the beginning of a trend. No expectation of finding un-stuffed animals, or knitted hats returned to balls of yarn. There remain many decisions to be made.

Still, while my first reaction was sadness at the loss, that was quickly replaced by a sense of relief. Both at realizing I could certainly move forward without it, and that I had taken a photo of it.

All of we wise (old) adults know that there are lessons to be learned from all we encounter. Some are tough, some are scary, some have to be learned over and over. This one? Pretty simple.