This is the story of a sea-shell. There was nothing extraordinary about this shell. It existed, as all sand dollars do, on the bottom of a the ocean, burrowed under the sand, avoiding its prey and feeding on tiny organisms. It was a simple existence, but one that could not last forever. It passed on, as all living creatures do, and loosing it’s grip on the sandy bottom was swept to shore by the incoming tide. That morning a vacationing woman was enjoying an early-morning jog on the beach. She spotted its dollar-shaped skeleton, perfectly in-tact, and excitedly picked it up to take home to her children. Her children, naturally were thrilled to have such a treasure. They had found their own sand dollars, but none were in such pristine condition as this. Carefully they washed the sand, laid it out to dry, and added it to their growing pile of coastal finds. When the vacation came to its end, the woman carefully wrapped each of these treasures (the ones worth keeping) and placed them inside a keepsake bag to transport them safely home. Once home, the bag was placed on her kitchen counter – on top of her bread box to be exact – until she could find them a permanent home. She had the best intentions of doing “something” with these momentos — the beautiful sand dollar, some sea glass and other miscellaneous shells — but the days turned to weeks, the weeks to months. . . Soon, she no longer even noticed the bag on top of the bread box, and neither did anyone else in the family. It had simply become part of the decor.
I’m ashamed to say that the woman in that story was me (as if you hadn’t already guessed). What’s worse is that our beach vacation was last March! And it sits there still (along with a jar I need to return to a friend and a few other things for which I have yet to find a place). . .
This week, I’m attacking my kitchen counters (and the top of my bread box). I no longer want it to be the catch-all for things I haven’t yet put away. My goal is to clear, organize and come up with a method that will help me maintain my new look. I’m even going to find a place for those shells.