Catching Up

It's official.  We're moving. 

The date is set, the POD is ordered, the movers will be here next Saturday, and our very own handy-man is flying in on the 15th. 

We're going to drive after all.  With the dogs.  It should be for some good blogging, which I will try to keep up with in the hotels at night.  Oh, I love hotels, even if there will be 3 dogs there. 


Our house is a maze of U-haul boxes; towers of cardboard of belongings which we will forget about in a couple of months.  It will be like Christmas, I guess, opening them up when we finally have settled.  The walls are bare, because that seems to make it feel like we're farther along than we really are. 

There are a lot of emotions with moving away.  I'll get to those in another post though. 

Lately, we've been silently saying good-bye to the places that we will surely miss, while putting off doing the same with the people that we will miss more.  One place that I will miss is the little safe haven that I discovered-- Little Buffalo State Park.

It's a little park, in comparison to other parks that I've hiked.  Still, the chunk of land that we venture every time we go there is enough.  This was Maggie's first time there, and I had wished that it was the snowy wonderland that it was the past winters that we visited.  But, the weather has been mild, which is good for moving. 

Still, she made due.

As my loyal readers may recall, our oldest pup is not a water dog.  She hates it.   This new puppy however, does not seem to hate anything in life.  She jumped right in to the lake, despite what I can imagine is its horribly frigid temperature.

We ran around the park, stepped on crackly leaves, leaped over bubbling brooks, and soaked up the last minutes.  

Then the dogs ran like crazy, tied my left ankle up with their yellow rope, and gave me the worse rope burn in existence. 


Do you want to see it?




No, I won't put that on here.


I guess the moral of the story is, we won't be going back to Little Buffalo, not because we're moving, but because I'll always remember that rope burn.  Because, I'm sure it will be with me for a very long time. 


Sometimes, it's easier to say good-bye than you think it will be.