Power Outage

Some of this blog was supposed to be posted yesterday BUT since we lost power from 4:30 to 10 that didn't happen! These are scattered pieces from throughout the week strung together as one.

"So you're quitting your job," a man says casually to another. "You know what they say the grass isn't always greener on the other side." He ends his comment with a pleased smirk, as if he himself knows he is setting the man up for failure.

With a quizzical brow he looks up at the man an pondered his words for a minute or two before responding. "If you never go, then you never know...isn't that what they say?" With each word he sounds more confident in himself and his decision. "Not to get complacent."

A brief laugh erupts from the man whose comment seemed wise and cliché but a minute ago. "Complacent?" he questions. "What an interesting word to use in such a matter, isn't that normally reserved for-"

"I know my worth Kevin and it's not being met here." Of that he was sure and even if he had come to find out that in fact the wrong choice was made, he never would've known if he wouldn't have went. But to waste his time telling himself this was it for him, it would never or could never be better than this, seemed like a mistake.

"Oh come on Gerry! But we're like a family here, we're a team!"

"Yes we are, we. And that's why I must go...because sadly that's not enough to make me stay. I know I'm meant for greater things, better things. Even if that means a pay cut, at least I would love what I do. I need that passion. I need to feel happy again, like I'm worth something, like I'm doing some good to someone." Gerry hung his head and began to pick at the scab that had developed from last week's wound; a hbit that disgusted him but one that he never quite broke free of.

Seeing as his friend was dreadfully depressed he spoke softly to help comfort him. "I understand Gerry."

"You do?" Gerry asked with a crunchy sniff before meeting Kevin eye to eye.

"Yes," Kevin said in a whisper. "You have to do what's best for you, what you feel is right. Even though it'll suck for us and it'll sting a little, in the end you have to do what's right for your life. I was in your shoes once, more than once actually..."

Leaning forward Gerry propped up his shoulders, eager to hear about Kevin's experience and how he got through it. "And what happened? Was it a mistake?"

"Well my situation was quite different all three times..." Kevin paused. "I don't think hearing about it would provide you with any insight."

Gerry fell back into his chair once more, slumping down in it. His shoulders hunched lower than before.

In other news:

I almost hit two deer today for the price of one! It came darting out in front of me and I didn't even see her but she was in a full sprint. If I wouldn't have slammed on my breaks I definitely would've hit her and then it probably would've rolled her into the one that was trotting beside her but up a little further. PHEW! T and I narrowly escaped the collision!

I could see the glowing eyes from the tall weeds, tucking itself back inside to hide its face but I had already seen the mask. A little coon baby. It was at that time I thought randomly how crazy it would be if we lived in this day and age with the dinosaurs.

Can you imagine driving your car along a dark windy road in the wee hours of the morning and suddenly the car starts to shake with minor breaks in between. Your heart begins to race and your breath quickens and you realize - like the scene of the original Jurassic Park - it's a T-REX walking your way. But you can't see it yet. So you slam on your breaks in the middle of the road and wait...you wait for it to walk right into your view.

I picked up Lola's remains. She was finally ready to come home. Her urn had been delivered on Monday which was helpful. From every animal they cut a lock of their hair off and stick it in a baggy with the remains. I thought that was really great. Of course I balled when the lady told me that her hair was in there. Even in the bag it still look like the softest fur. She always had the softest coat. In the bag was of course many black hair but also her gray ones were in there too. When I got home the three of us moved her from the box they had placed her in, to the urn.

It was like saying goodbye all over again. </3 

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I love you Lo <3

Do me a favor hold your pets a minute longer tonight and every night, hug them a second more, one day just like us - they'll be gone too. But they'll be waiting for us as if nothing ever happened and we were never separated.