Maia, sharing some stale bread in the front yard with the chickens.
A car came up the drive here this weekend. There were a couple of “city” ladies inside it, lost and looking for the interstate. They were definitely headed in the wrong direction. While I was talking to them, Maia and the dogs ran up to the car to greet the visitors. “Is that a….goat?” they wanted to know. I said, “Yeah, well, she’s kinda just one of the dogs…..”
Meanwhile, I woke at 1 a.m. to hear footsteps downstairs. Morgan had spent the night in town, so I knew it wasn’t her. And I knew I’d locked the doors. And Ross was gone to spend the rest of his final weekend with his girlfriend. I waited for the footsteps to come upstairs and, you know, kill me or something. Then I heard a toilet flush. And I thought, they stopped to PEE before killing me? I went downstairs to investigate and found Ross on the couch. That’s right, he came home on his last night in the United States to say goodbye to his mama. Or scare her to death….. He was outta here by 6 a.m., headed for a flight to Bahrain then on to his submarine. He’ll be back in January. This time, goodbye was for real.