Cedar Chips

I was up very late last night moving another trailer load of boxes to storage. This time it's mostly stuff from my recently vacated office. Unbelievable how much stuff was in there. Artifacts and souvineers from all over the world. Strange stuff. Spears and arrows from New Guinea, rocks from the stream bed at Elah, Israel, shrapnel from Bosnia, a shackle from the infamous "Security Office #21" in Phenom Penh, spent AK-47 casings from Romania. Aircraft instruments and a pilot logbook from Russia, hats, old cameras, books and more books. Another thousand pounds or two carried 400 miles, up a very tall flght of stairs, and down a long hall to a large closet where it will all sit until such time it finds another home or someone after me takes it all to a dumpster.

Every time I have to move I think of the little hamsters my son had when he was a tyke. They would busy themselves many days carefully moving the cedar chips in their aquarium home from one side to the other. Then a few days later they would move them all back to the opposite side again. Earnest and hard working little fellows they were. Good stewards of the valuable cedar chips. At least until their bodily waste soaked them and they were removed and thrown away.

Well, my cedar chips are now safely moved over to the side of the aquarium. I need to get back on the wire wheel now and get it spinning again. Very important to keep that wheel spinning you know.