I am a squirrel.
I have spent more wasted moments of my life kicking myself for being a builder of piles. Here and there, I have stashes of goodies hidden under a stack of something.
The photos I take, are all buried in various hard drives, thumb drives, or stored on cds. Not in any category, all of them are willy nilly all over the innards of whatever a hard drive is made of.
I find things which should be in the fridge, in the pantry. I even found a cat in the fridge one day—I kid you not, and she was fine. Actually, that was one thing I didn’t put in the wrong place, she sauntered in their on her own.
I work hard to reign in my tendencies to hoard, and to get rid of stuff that no longer serves a purpose—you know, like expired goods in the kitchen. Oh! And for the record, peppermint syrup – the kind to make the Starbuck’s peppermint mocha coffees – it has an expiration date for a reason. I tested it. So yes, spices and flavorings do kind of taste funky, past their expiration dates.
I have watched the squirrels gather up goodies in their cheeks and cart them off and bury them for later. I have often wondered how they remember where their treasure is. I have come to a conclusion. Just like me, they have no clue. The fun in hiding the goodies is all a part of the fun. The fun part is the hunt to find them.
So….instead of being disappointed in myself because I can’t find something, I’m just going to go with it. Eventually, it will turn up. Never when I want it, but I will discover that treasure, some day.
Yes, I’m a squirrel, and proud of it.