Princess here…I’m currently enroute to meet Walker in Maine. I’m very excited for our reunion! As I was preparing to leave the house yesterday, my mind went back to the old days when I would be getting ready to welcome him home from a long Navy deployment. The house is about as clean and tidy as it gets – the kind of condition that makes you want to go to a hotel so it will stay that way! (Which is what I did.) Back in the day, everything would be pristine and then he would come home with his all of his stuff that reeked of diesel fuel and other shipboard smells. How quickly it went from pristine to normal. I’m wondering what the smells will be like this time after four months of dirt and dampness without regular washings for either his clothes or himself. Oh well, I’ll take normal anyway!
It’s generally a given that when a spouse deploys, something – or lots of things – will go wrong at home. A child gets very sick, the washer springs a leak, the car breaks down…you can imagine. I was really fortunate that things went pretty smoothly at home since Walker’s been away. The only thing I couldn’t personally fix was a piece of flashing that blew off our house in a storm. Other than that, the incidents were all animal related. Our dog Sophie, who we brought back from Bulgaria with us, is 13. She’s taken to biting people’s feet and wasn’t nice to our neighbor or Walker’s mother. I took her to the vet and he said she has dementia. I don’t think this is dementia related, but one night after our walk when I had left the garage door open, she saw a possum under the car, chased it out, and killed it quite quickly. When she saw/heard my reaction, she dropped it in the driveway and came in the house with me. I really didn’t want to deal with it, and lucky for me, something carried it away in the night. A few days ago I had the hose out and inadvertently sprayed a little in the flower bed and a baby bunny hopped out across the driveway, and Sophie, who will barely budge for anything, jumped up and caught that bunny in her mouth before I could do a thing. Yuck! And she wouldn’t put it down despite my best attempts. I finally went in the house. She came to the backdoor trying to get in, wagging her tail…she was so proud. I turned my back on her and a few minutes later she was back, without the bunny. I couldn’t find it anywhere. When I dropped her off at the kennel yesterday, I told the owner that she may have eaten a baby bunny. He said, “Well, if she poops something shaped like the Easter bunny, we’ll know.”
The other incident was in the form of another small animal…a mouse who had taken to visiting the kitchen at night. When he was bold enough to stare me down from the top of the trash can one night, I decided enough was enough. I hate those springy traps that wake you in the middle of the night when they snap, so I devised my own trap and put a tall cup with a 1/2 inch of laundry detergent in the bottom. That particular mouse won’t be bothering me again! And yes, I felt a bit guilty, but what’s a girl to do?
I texted with Whiskers and Rocket yesterday. They are about a week behind Walker, but we’re going to meet them for dinner Friday night. They have seen the search parties looking for Inchworm. Still no good news on her, but I read The need for formally trained searchers and the lack of availability of them during the week has prompted the Maine Warden service to organize “an intensified search strategy” for the weekend for missing Appalachian Trail hiker Geraldine Largay.
I also read that her husband, George, said the following…
We started on this adventure, that’s her word, 6 days after our 42 wedding anniversary. She would use a lot of common sense to give herself the best chance of getting rescued. She absolutely would know that I would call in the calvary and throw in everything including the kitchen sink to find her in one piece.