We built our home over 10 years ago. Seems everything is starting to fall apart now in regards to the house. New stove, new microwave...waiting for the other appliances to take a trip down junk yard lane. Yesterday our gas grill bottom landed on the deck. Granted, it was old and well used but I do have a sneaking suspicion that our local raccoons had a hand in the mess we found out back. There was just too much crap under the bottom of the grill for there not to have been some help. Actually, I know they did it. I heard them out there about 2:00 a.m. and opened our bedroom drapes to watch them as they tried to gather some kind of dinner. But darn it, they looked so cute trying to climb their way up to the bird feeders. I say if I have enough to share with any person or animal then I am going to share. I just didn't think they'd tear up the grill while doing so. It was an expensive grill in it's day but it's day has long gone bye-bye. HUMMMMM!! I wonder if I let the little white eyed raccoons in the house if they'd do the same to the carpet......I want hard wood floors. I'm sick of carpet. Maybe one day after too many margaritas I'll forget to close the back door...New hard wood floors....Yea!!!! But new grill shopping today. And tonight if I didn't hear the raccoon's raising three shades of heck out side trying to get to the bird feeders!!! They did not like the new grill. I love animals and really don't mind the raccoon's helping themselves to the bird food...I just really did not want them tearing up the new grill. I pounded on the window to frighten them off and they (two of them) turned to look at me as if to say, "What? And we are bothering you how?" And it was business as usual. Again, I love all animals; Except for this white nose ant eater, actually an opossum who chases my little Sydney girl like she's tonight's entree'. And poor little trusting soul Syd who knows no enemies goes right to the opossum like it's her new BFF. It isn't until she is right up on it that I think her fear instinct kicks in and she gets the heck out of there. And me. I'm running down the back deck stairs like a crazy woman shooing the opossum. Jack wanted to buy me a b-b gun. I don't want to hurt any animal....I just don't want to have Sydney or Tanner end up any one's dinner. So I guess if it came down to it I'd have to kick the crap out of the opossum with my house slipper. And I would. Don't think I wouldn't protect my babies any way I could. Cause I would.
A journal written about life, retirement and our journey throughout the United States in a 5th wheel, along with our two Shih Tzus, Tanner and Syndey. Written not for notoriety but for our sons, family and friends, so they know where we are at any given time. And particularly for ourselves. Finally, we get to slow down and smell the roses and we don't want to forget any of it. You are welcome to join us as we go 'Down the Road a Piece'.
