Culture Shock…Me, Not Them.

1. Travis can walk to the 7-11 and does.

2. Martina immediately begins sleeping over at my cousin’s house. She doesn’t really bother to say goodbye.
3. Man in my yard petting my goat. Really.
4. Travis already has a job working at the Mason’s Christmas tree lot. He’s there now, unloading a semi full of trees.
5. People just drive into our place and park. We probably don’t want to know what they’re up to.
6. The cats are all fine. They have figured out the flow between barn and house. Gizmo, the one we held back from the gates of death as a week-old kitten cannot bear to shit outside. So she goes in the shed. Hurrah. Of the 4 cats we put in the barn, 2 stayed there. Of the 4 we put in the shed out back, 3 have stayed there. 2 of the barn cats are pretty sure they’re yard cats. 1 of the yard cats has decided the barn is better. The 2 house cats are content with their status as the only two who can live inside and poop outside. No one has stolen one of our cats yet. We, also, are content.
7. 2 dogs. No fence. It’s working pretty well, actually.
8. Autumn. 4 large oak trees. It’s raining leaves outside like an illustration from a lovely children’s book. I missed trees when we lived on our little farmette in Corapeake.
9. Content is a beautiful word.

About Bettina Colonna Essert

Illuminated Magdalene High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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