Thirteen Objects of Affection

1. A glass container with a metal lid, around seven inches tall, which I think is supposed to be for shaking out small amounts of flour as it has nine holes on the top, forming a circle. The lower half is ridged, and the top half has a raised pattern of diamonds which meant it was very difficult to scrub away the ancient dried remnants of (I’m supposing) flour from the outside. It is a shape of jar I’ve never seen before, and I don’t ever remember seeing it anywhere in the house before coming here this time around—with a view of the lighthouse, with a view to work intensely and isolated from other aspects of life.

2. An origami crane made from patterned green and white paper which I sent to my father at this address after his mother died on December 13th. He was staying here at the house to organise the things which needed to be organised, spending that first quieter Christmas with his only brother, who would otherwise be without family. I was in the process of moving house over that turning of the year, and it felt like birds were one of the main reasons we could all be alright.