Dog’s Cat is throwing up all over my house. I’m not sure if she’s mad at me for going away again, has the world largest hairball, or is just sick. If she keeps this up, I’m going to have the most expensive dry cleaning bill ever.
Caught up with Carrie last night. She’s not faring much better in pet land, either. The new addition to her household is projectile pooping all over her house.
I think this is just one of those things you accept when you live with animals. There will be times that your house will smell.
Dog and I went for a run this morning. It’s so beautiful out today. The sky is without a cloud. I love Florida in April. All the Snowbirds have left to go back to Canada, so the traffic has died down. It’s not unbearably hot yet. The rainy season hasn’t begun, so you can get through the afternoon without torrential downpours. The bugs haven’t come to visit yet, so everyone’s outdoors and smiling. It’s perfect.
After getting home from Orlando on Thursday afternoon, I unpacked, did three loads of laundry and went straight to bed for ten hours. The best part of going away for me is coming home. I love my bed. I love my little home. I’m happy in my routine. The next time I leave will be to take a day trip to see my mom.
My mom’s moving back to Vermont this summer. My parents bought some land down the road from our old farm and are building a family home there in which to spend their retirement. It’s funny but ever since they sold the old place there, they’ve been aching to go back. They sold it to travel the world, and they’ve had a nice run of it. But once Vermont gets in your bones, it’s very hard to forget. I only spent a year there, and I still get the urge to visit about once a year. It’s absolutely beautiful.
My father took a contract to work in Tel Aviv for a year, so it’s up to Mom to organize the builders and the move. It may seem a little unorthodox, but my parents have a fairly ideal situation in my eyes. She lives in the States and flies to see him a couple of times a year. He flies home a couple of times a year. They adore each other, and are looking forward to growing old together.
They laugh a lot.
I know my mom wants to settle down and start the “together” part sooner than later, but she’s smart enough to let him go do what he needs to do for now. There’s still time enough to spend together. There’s still time enough to share coffee over breakfast on the front porch. In the meantime, there’s life to be lived, adventures to be had. And I have to say, theirs is a happier marriage than many I’ve been privileged to witness. Time and distance can’t truly separate people who love each other and are committed to one another.
If Dog’s Cat doesn’t stop throwing up, though, I think she may be moving to Vermont with my mom to live in the barn. There are some thing’s love just can’t overcome…