Let us start with UGLY. After seven wonderful years in my home by the sea, I need to move: moving is ugly.
My landlords are retiring here of which, I knew would be arriving some day. And, here it is.
For weeks I have been busy organizing, downsizing and asking, “why did I keep this?”
I have no idea where Zen and I will end up. Since I am a person of faith and trust... our home will arrive when
it is suppose to and be absolutely perfect!
And BAD? I have been inundated with mice coming inside. A handyman moved the stove out and found
a large hole around the power strip, of which is now plugged with steel wool. My Buddhist nature choose
to get a humane trap instead of annihilation with poison.
I trapped two critters so far. They arrive usually about 4 am or so. Zen and I then traipse out to the forest
and set them free. It feels like I am relocating them to a new home as a metaphor of relocating and
finding myself a new home.
Last night, Zen and I were in the front room and I heard Zen’s feeding dish rattle in the kitchen before
I could put it away. It means there is another one still in here. I believe they are now trapped inside and
cannot get out via that former power strip hole.
I have acquired a routine before retiring to bed to put everything food related away. Garbage out, counters
Yesterday, when sweeping the floor, I found two of Zen’s antibiotic pills that he had spit out and
I hadn’t noticed. One was crushed pretty bad but still contained powder and one was intact. I put them
on the counter so I would remember to use them this morning.
I went to retrieve the pills to give Zen this morning and the pills were gone! OMG the critter took the
pills away! Amazing! Did my aversion of not wanting to poison them, just might become a reality?
OR, will there come to be one very healthy mouse in the house! LOL!
The GOOD: indeed. The other night I saw Zen all curled up on the carpet. I proceeded to get down
and crawl over and lay next to him head to head (which I rarely do) As I petted him, he looked at me as if to
say, "what are you doing down here?"
After a short time, I got up and retired to bed, listened to talk radio for awhile and then turned off the
light and fell asleep. I heard Zen come into the bedroom, he jumps up on the bed (of which
he rarely does) comes over to curl up beside me and gently lays his head on my hip. It was as if he came to
visit me, as I did him. Kind of a ditto gesture. Way cool and so sweet!