November 7, 2015

I heard nothing, yet this is what I woke up to....  By his account, Ethan had quite an active session last night, first petting the deer mouse then capturing him, then chasing the second one, swinging the broomstick: deer mouse jumping out of a drawer and running around the room before also being captured by Ethan.  This note was written before the second one was captured and the good thing is we later set them free.  The bad news is deer mice are carriers of Hantavirus which can be fatal to humans (38% mortality rate).  Let’s all hope the mice were not carriers.  

The biggest goal of today was to get additional boxes to storage facility and have our storage sale.  We raced over to get Mags a donut (I had promised, Ethan and I had eggs), then I realized I had the keys for the facility on my bus keys, so I raced back (at a very careful speed), grabbed keys and we were off!  The facility only had a few stalls being used to sell items, and we were given one, ourselves.  I had no table, brought no tarp…, but before we even had stuff set up, I was selling items and the pace was fairly consistent all day long.  The valuable items I had didn’t sell, but that’s ok because I donated them to the charity this facility is supporting in which 2 young sisters, Charlotte and Gwyneth, have a rare disease, so my items will hopefully help these girls.
http://curebatten.org/

We were HUNGRY, but the first plan was to set the mice free.  I found a field and we released them, then headed back to Deb’s Frosty where I had the most delicious carnitas tacos I have ever had.  It was incredible, sitting there with my two kids, laughing together after a long day at the storage facility.  We fit very well together, these kids and I.  It was here, after texting a request to a friend that I learned they were in the hospital with their daughter.  So quickly, as has been happening for weeks – life  changed again, taking a sharp left.  There is a very discomforted feeling in the air, a very Dark Night sense of foreboding. I describe it as such because for some reason which I cannot explain, when I think about dark nights and bathtubs when I was around 5 or so, I get this really creepy feeling.  This doesn’t make any sense, but I needed to write it, because this is the feeling I have.

 

We stopped by the storage facility quickly, then dropped the 3 boxes remaining from the sale off at hospice and headed to grab a few things for dinner.  Chicago’s “You’re the inspiration” was playing and Mags was not very amused at my dancing and singing along in the store, but as the songs changed, she was soon joining me and there the three of us were, dancing in the store to some rockin’ tunes.  Maggie got her dessert (ice cream), Ethan  wanted dry ice, instead, and I was fine knowing I still had CC in the fridge,  We headed home.

  

At home, my friend called and my heart stopped, fearing hearing some horrible news, but he just asked what I was up to, so we chatted for a while;  we’ll visit the hospital tomorrow.  Ethan and I made chili and soon we watched Doctor Who before a game of Catan.  We enjoy it, but I haven’t quite understood the strategy-aspect of it yet.  I may not be the right type of person to play such a game as I’m not very strategirical

Pictures:  Ethan's note, on top of the cast iron griddle/cookie sheet; Hanging out at the storage facility; Caught and released; Years of Mother Hips ticket stubs; a frozen lemon, courtesy of dry ice.