Sitting at the dining room table at Jim's, reading email and enjoying coffee, and three coyotes have trotted through the yard, two of them carrying "breakfast." One had a cat in it's mouth, the other had perhaps a rabbit. Gah. There is a good reason to have only indoor cats. Oh, now one has trotted back the other way. Jim wonders if they have a "stash," and I wonder if they are carrying it home to feed litters. Oh, man. That one just came back through with a chihuahua in it's mouth. Crap.
I'm glad My Kids are home safe. We have coyotes there, too, but we are safer at my house because of the pack. But I need to move on from this disturbing topic.
Just a short note, as there is a lot to be done today. A lot of packing of what Jim is keeping and then labeling and such in preparation for the estate sale. He is moving slowly, and I certainly understand that. Even though this is a relief to him that the house has finally sold and he can move on, it also signifies the end of a part of his life. I recall my own experience in that .... at first, the thought of parting with "treasures" was very difficult, then as time goes on, there is more sense of "letting go." Things that were somehow precious at one time in my life became relatively unimportant as time went on. It is actually very freeing to let go of those things, but the process is grueling. I now look back and, while I understand that process, I now wonder why it was so difficult at the time. Things are things, and what I put high prices on five years ago are silly to me now!
Anyway, must move on! Jim's run to get some supplies we need, and I need to shower and pack books till he is back. Later, y'all!
Oh, DAMN! Another chihuahua. I'm getting away from this window.