
Back in June, I had to take our feeble 19-year old cat to the vet for a tooth abcess. Not surprisingly, the doctor recommended putting her to sleep, determining that, in her already precarious health, she would be unable to survive the oral surgery necessary to treat the tooth. I agreed, and it was very sad, but when I came home without her, I was able to immediately get rid of her bed, bowls and litter box.
The empty cat carrier in the car was another matter, though.
We don't
need the carrier, and since we're trying to sell our house and have moved many of the items we "want-to-keep-but-can-live-without-for now" into a storage unit, I can't really justify bringing it back into the house. And I'm not making the trip to the storage unit for just one item. But a well-built plastic pet carrier is one of those things that you really don't want to throw out, because you might possibly be able to use it someday.
So it has remained in my car for four months. And I move it out of the way to put groceries in the back, or when we want to put the seats up or down. I left it in the driveway for a couple of hours while helping my daughter move in August, but then I put it back in the car, where it sits -- utterly inert.
The worst part is that the cat carrier situation is just one example where I have become a victim of inertia. Usually so efficient, I still have a tendency to get paralyzed in a quandry over what to do with certain items. That is why incongruous items take up permanent residence in bizarre places in the house -- I just don't know what to
do with them. I don't want to throw them out, but they really don't
belong anywhere.
Which finally leads to the hideously-colored pile of yarn in the picture. Not at all in keeping with 2009's planning, patience and perserverance school of crafting, I bought this Paton's Classic Wool for some now-unremembered and, most likely, poorly considered project. Apparently in an attempt to assuage guilt, I started crocheting it into several different pieces, none of which got very far. And now it sits in the basket -- like the cat carrier -- utterly inert. Bothering me.
So I may not know what to do with the yarn (yet), but you know what? I'm going outside to get that cat carrier. Surely there's room in the attic.