Each trip seems to take longer and longer to land all the way afterwards. I've been home now as long as I was gone on my Colorado trip and it's just taking a while to settle.
For one thing, I came home to some broken promises from Orlando aka Sasquash. Our agreement was that he'd have full use of the casita while I was gone in exchange for feeding my birds every day, watering and trimming the plants, and hauling off all the dead brush he'd cut. That big strong man who'd worked hard to refurbish the casita before I left--well let's just say Orlando didn't hang the moon after all.
My plan was to get the casita in shape for my future at-home care should I need it. In order to stay in my house into the foreseeable future, I'd have a comfortable space to rent or swap to someone able to provide the kind of care I could need.
His promise was that when I got back I'd feel like one of those people on HGTV shows who comes home to a picture perfect house and yard and I'd say Oh! My! Gosh! over and over like they do on TV.
Long story short, once the cat (me) was away, the mouse (Sasquash) did play. Or party. Or sleep and drink beer.
He hadn't even mown the little patch of grass. The birds had left for happier dining. The brush was stacked in two piles exactly as I'd left them. My trash bin--not the recycling bin-- was overflowing with empty beer cases and cans.
It's awful to be disappointed in someone, especially when the work agreement has meshed with what felt like a friendship. Bonnie and Will continue to urge me to stop being friends with everyone who comes to work--but it's kind of not my nature to separate the two.
Anyway, I'm home now and catching up with friends on the phone and gearing up for another birthday trip to Georgia in late summer. This weekend my goal is to get back to some book-making and go shopping for a mobility scooter for scooting upon as Luci walks.
