And so the story goes..

March 23, 2013

Four blanketed horses, two rambunctious Boxers, my brute of a dog, three mischievous indoor and one complaining outdoor cat and a sleepy young man are all in my care this weekend while my friends are taking a much needed weekend snowmobiling excursion. I putz around the house, shuffling my things from one spot to another, scramble through my past to add to my Resume, wrestle with the buttons on the four remotes to search for  stimulating or informative yet interesting movie selections and juggle my petting hands between all of the attention-seekers. The animals and young adult lounge around with “nothing to do” and I am sorting my life housed in a dozen or so boxes out in the pull barn. “What was I thinking?” passes thru my mind frequently as I shuffle admired books, handy kitchen items, cherished photos miserably stuck to one another, rapidly outdated clothing, irs.gov-deemed never-to-be-thrown-away documents and can’t-squeeze-into shoes. An insight into where and whom I was at the time of packing to head from Washington state to Toronto, Canada. Or so the story goes!