So this effort in minimizing our belongings into apartment living is still a struggle. I am very proud of us getting to the level we are. There is still room (and necessity) to level up however.
That's ok. We work away at such things. In the meantime, I am enjoying little things that I love that were were somewhat buried in the multitude of possessions we owned. My wooden crow is one of my favourite things. I don't have room for many ornamental types of things anymore, but the fact that he made the cut and is looking down at me right now makes me happy.
I named him after our pet crow 'Rory' that we had when I was younger. The real Rory was a fun loving yet mischievous bird. He would hide precious treasures (like wrenches, watches...) in the woodpile, swoop down from the sky and steal a plum right from your hand, and sometimes pluck off clothespins that were holding clothes on the clothesline. That last scheme resulted in clothes blowing all across the strawberry fields and nearly to the lake sometimes.
It was an incredible enriching experience to have some time with a crow, and he was such a crazy guy. I remember once he landed on a u-picker who had been picking strawberries innocently. The poor man must have got quite a shock to have a crow come down from the sky and land on his back while he was bent over picking! Ha.
Anyway, I like you Rory. The memories make me smile. Weeding and culling possessions has made me appreciate the really lovely ones that I decided to keep. This process continues to be a learning experience.
Anyway - Happy Tuesday everyone. No getting stressed out.