As moving preparations continue, we find items in the house that that appear to be multiplying.
Pennies: we don't even have pennies in Canada. It seems when they made the announcement to discontinue the copper coins, an army of them hid in every corner of our house, hoping to escape inevitable meltdown. Sorry guys, to the smelter you go, not before being counted en masse in the machine at Safeway that sounds and feels like a slot machine, counting coin and spitting out our favourite gift card in exchange.
Umbrella covers: Why do they sell umbrellas with sleeves never to be used again? In British Columbia, by the time your umbrella dries, the cover is long gone, only to be recovered hiding with the pennies in obscure corners of the house. Black ones, navy blue and polka dot, I've recovered them all.
Batteries. Sigh. So many batteries all over the house. Are they good or bad? This will be determined by the little battery lie detector, but I can 't yet locate it. Must be in the junk drawer that I won't have the nerve to tackle until the bitter end, when the entire contents get poured into the very last 12x16 moving box.
Tweezers/nail clippers: How many times have I heard "Honey where are the tweezers/nail clippers?"
"I don't know." For years I bought both those items as stocking stuffers. "Check with the pennies."
Truth be told I recovered six pairs of tweezers in the bathroom, and at least that many nail clippers.
Vacuum cleaner attachments. In 18 years we have gone through a number of vacuums. C is particularly hard on them dragging them over the six sets of stairs in this split level house. It seems that the accessories separate from their handy holders on the vacuum's body soon after their arrival, getting relegated to nooks and crannies when nobody can be bothered to unite the two. Apparently our house is the Northvanage for vacuum accessories as well as Bryant's friends.. They must have invited friends over because I've found pieces for vacuums we've never owned. How does that happen?
To keep balance, I've been taking a series of Saturday painting workshops. A couple weeks ago was this Alpine shepherd's shelter. This one was so fiddly and realistic that it kept my mind occupied. I'll bet inside there are the Swiss versions of reproducing items. Besides the sheep that is.
And then there was the simple calm of this Howe Sound painting: