An Aggressive Pursuit of Branta Canadensis
Published at 21:43 on 7 July 2012
I’m in Portland for what was billed as the estate sale of a friend who passed away this spring, which turned into a giveaway of possessions to friends, which then turned once more into a giveaway of only minor possessions. Which turned the trip into something of a wild goose chase, because the object I was most interested in might be valuable.
In the end, it probably shouldn’t have been that big a surprise, because difficulty in managing the need to divest oneself of possessions sort of runs in that family: my friend’s mother was a compulsive hoarder who filled a whole house with stuff, and my friend then obsessed for years about meticulously sorting through all his mother’s junk.
And I can’t get that angry, because the object I wanted is definitely a want and not a need.