Yesterday on our excursion to the local high school — a boring little trek that remains my dogs’ FAVORITE walk EVER — I noticed there was a football game going on the stadium. I don’t know who was playing — I doubt it was a high school game because that usually draws a bigger crowd. As I passed the parking lot, a big pick-up pulling a nice horse trailer elegantly parallel parked. I looked in the trailer and saw two saddled horses stood tied and patient.
The driver went to the game. On our way home I noticed tracks in the mud of our alley — a raccoon and a couple young’uns and a fox. Bear hasn’t been sleeping on the job, either. She does not welcome’s such gamey guests to the sacred precincts of my lilac hedge (alley). She blasts the world with her loud, deep bark and then comes in for “Good job, Bear, we’re safe. Here’s a cookie.” I’m actually rewarding her for stopping…
I’ve been wondering lately why I been feeling detached from this place. All the natural wonder still affects me, but something’s changed. I’m chalking it up to living here five years and the novelty having worn off. It’s kind of like marriage (though I’ve never had a good one). There was a time when it became daily life. You know who the guy is, how they act, how they respond, there are just not that many interesting (good) surprises any more. A good marriage (I imagine) finds comfort in familiarity, and I don’t think I’ll have problems doing that with my beautiful town.
I just need help with that lilac hedge (and the two nasty elm trees growing in it). I usually trim it myself, but his summer the bursitis in the shoulder meant I couldn’t do that. Right now, I’m thinking I’ll do it in November when the leaves have fallen. I need help washing windows, too. They are old school with storm windows screwed over the “real” windows. I can’t handle that AT ALL. Maybe that’s when my marriages went south; the problems started showing up and being too much to contend with. 🙂
P.S. This has been edited from the original post which really was a little depressing and scary to read. ❤