The rightful ownership of the orange jar

My sister is in town again. She has business in Sault Ste. Marie, but is spending the weekend with my mom.

I wasn’t at my mom’s when she arrived on Friday, I went into the city and accompanied my co-parenting partner on a hike through a forest north of Toronto with Tucker. He mentioned recently that this particular forest has a bunch of wind-felled trees, including Birches, just lying there decaying, and would I be interested in harvesting some bark from them?

Hell yes.

Anyway, I couldn’t wait to get back to the burbs and my studio to start working with the bark and/or getting it ready to sell in my store, so I commissioned my son to drive me back on Saturday.

At first he hummed and hawed.

“It’s okay you don’t have to take me. I can just drive myself but then you won’t have a car next week for school,” I told him and we all know what happened next. 😎

I don’t really need a car when I’m working in my studio or in my room with a door at my mom’s house, and if I do I can borrow my mom’s car. My boy has gotten used to having wheels and is a good sport about taking his sister to school and home, and various appointments, so it’s working out for all of us at the moment.

We ended up having a fantastic Saturday. Not only did my son drive me back with my bark but Sonja and Tucker came along too. Everyone had a nice time visiting with my sister and my mom and Tucker got to run around in the large backyard and cause trouble.

For instance, he buried his orange deflated ball and no one can find it. 😛

Anyway, fast forward to much later in the day, after the kids and dog returned to the city in my car. Mom told me that my sister took a container I had filled with tiny white pebbles which I used in a Birch bark project I mentioned previously. I used the container for staging some of my pictures.

“She really likes it because it suits her kitchen decor,” I was informed.

I always loved this jar. I think it may have had jam in it when we were kids.

Here’s the thing. We are not a family who fights, especially not over possessions or money. We are of the opinion that if someone likes something they should have it and if someone needs something more than another person that we help them out. My mom, being Swiss, is one of the fairest persons I know, but we all live by those principles even through our extended families (for the most part).

So when my sister remarked how much she liked the container, my mom gave it to her. It’s mom’s jar, not mine, and it’s her right to give it to her.

Here’s another thing.

I surprised myself at how I attached I felt to this orange container. 😀

“But I love this jar,” I said when Mom told me. “And I need it for my staging.”

Poor mom. 😀

When I saw her reaction I said: “It’s not a big deal. She can have it if she really wants it but we can talk to her about it tomorrow.”

Later, as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed a new item on my tarot altar; the orange container. Mom must have gone to retrieve it from my sister’s baggage and put it back in my room. 😳

Anyway, I’m typing all of this while drinking coffee in my bed in my room with a door. I’m anxious to get started with my bark processing, but I’m not sure if the weather will hold today. It looks like that yellow globe in the sky from yesterday may stay hidden behind some rain clouds. If it rains, I’ll move the car out of the garage and just work in the garage…

Meanwhile, the ownership of the orange jar remains open-ended. Will my sister take it or will I keep it?

That is the question. 😊

Thank you, as always, for stopping by my blog.

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18 thoughts on “The rightful ownership of the orange jar

  1. Happy you got the jar back! How did your sister react? I think it’s quite normal to be attached to things and, of course, people, being regular folks and living in society.


  2. I think the most surprising revelation in this story is the emotional attachment we have with our “stuff,” orange jars included. I’m the same, and it continues to surprise me. I think that might be my work for the next decade, reducing my attachments to things, especially the stuff I no longer need. And I hear my silent scream, “But I need all my things.” Hugs, C

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    1. It’s weird isn’t it how this happens… I am usually not very attached to stuff, I’m sure you remember with all the constant reminding people who read me here how I prefer minimalism and no clutter and empty spaces and less stuff… But now there’s this functional little decorative orange container and I want to keep it. 🤷‍♀️😀

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    1. One of my followers who is also a musician suggested his next song he’s going to write will be called a room with a door. 😀🎵🎶

      You have no idea how much I love the door. More than the room itself!


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