Monday, June 18, 2007

The Great Chipmunk Incident!


What a weekend. Let me just say that first off. I am drained. Running on little sleep, but lots of fun and that seems to matter in the summer.

Friday afternoon was a visit to the massage therapist for a craniosacral massage (much needed). Knowing that I had lost Maggie, she spent a little extra time on the heart chakra, which she did not do on my last visit.

Friday night was a night out with the girls. Down to Curly's for a couple of drinks and home by 12:15ish. I had had enough to drink to have a headache in the morning.

Saturday brought a youth training day here at the United Way office. We finished up around 2:00 and I headed to Wellsville.

I went to a birthday party for a friend who turned 40. There was a bon fire and live "music," but it was great to be outside and hang with Cristin for a while.

I stayed the night at Erica's and when I got up Sunday morning, I came downstairs and she was on the phone with her daughter while rearranging furniture. I wasn't really sure what was happening until she told me that a chipmunk had run into the house while she was rearranging recycling bins on the porch. The door was still wide open and she was setting up furniture to make a chute to get little chippy out. She told me it was in the bathroom, so I stood on the bottom stair as I swung around looking for the little bugger. I didn't know if chipmunks bit, so I was sure to put on my oh-so-protective flip-flops. Surely they would save me.

So, I wandered incredibly cautiously into the bathroom looking for Erica's new roommate. As I was standing talking to her, I saw it scurry across the floor and hide behind the trash can. I wasn't really sure where it went since it looked like a little sock shoved in the corner. In any case I screamed like a little girl and he eventually came running out into the living room into the "chute" where Erica was ready with the broom. Chipmunks are little and apparently they don't play by the rules.

He saw his opening and took it. Darting under the recliner, he shot like a rocket across the living room floor under the sofa. Great! So, here we are sliding one end of the sofa forward then the other only to not have the chipmunk come out. We secure the perimeter, closing all of the doors are blockading the openings (because it worked so well the first time). Eventually, we flushed him and he weaved across the room like a drunken sailor looking for the right ship. Zig zagging, he is trying to find an escape, I am shrieking, and Erica is cracking up encouraging him to run to freedom. Eventually, he did make it to the door and that was the end of the great chipmunk incident. They are not easy to shoo out, let me just tell you.

So, I did it. I ran last night. No kidding. It wasn't fast. It wasn't quick. It wasn't long, but I did it. It was also hotter than HELL. Sweat pouring off me, I trudged my old short route and made it through. The goal is to string a few of those nights together to build back up again. It did feel good. I admit it.

Today is a month without Maggie. Last night was difficult. Every whimper the cats heard from me, one of them came running which was sweet. This morning Scout gave the strangest meows. Just sorrowful, heartbreaking meows. Do I think that he knows it is a month? No. But I know he misses his bud. They were thick as thieves. As I was getting out of the shower this morning he was sitting in front of the tub meowing at me. I said "Do you miss Maggie?" and his meow was indescribable. I've never heard him made such a sad noise.

It seems like forever and yesterday all at the same time. I love you to bits Magpie.

1 comment:

Mom said...

And I love you, too, Maggie.

Love, Grammie!