Question: What on earth could the following items have in common?
A purple bud vase
A small African warrior statue
Two little glass hearts
A handmade piece of pottery with the words “You Are Great” painted on it
A badly chipped china angel
A kitchen timer
A painted spoon rest
Answer: They have absolutely nothing in common. Except that I have a special affinity for each of them.
I didn’t buy a single one of them. They were each given to me. With love.
If I don’t see each of them, in their rightful places, every day, several times a day, I go into a cold sweat.
They each have names, of course. They’re named for the people who gave them to me.
They’ve developed an aura of personal significance which is why I panic if I don’t see them.
They’re supposed to be in their proper places. They’re there for a reason. And that reason is that I put them there. And that’s where they’re going to stay. Exactly in that spot. Their special spots.
If I wrote a letter to people who were planning to rob our house, I’d draw them a map to the silver with a request to take it all. I’d beg them not to harm the cats and to please leave a couple of rugs and some of the wonderful lamps my husband made.
I’d also ask them to leave me those eight little items but they most likely wouldn’t take them anyway.
I think we could start all over with just those few things. I don’t want to. It would be a bother. But it could be done.