I have just come back from THO. For the first time since my health declined last fall, I spent three weeks there. It was BEAUTIFUL and I think the first sign that I am finally healing.
I had a very scary experience one dark moonless night but first let me tell you about the evening.
I had been out visiting some family… well actually doing interviews and scanning photos for a branch of my family tree. One of the most amusing things that I gathered this trip was a photo of my great grandparent’s cottage. I had not been there since I was about 10 years old and I remembered it as being the grandest and most wonderful of Victorian houses. When I was about 20 I was disgusted when the people who purchased the property tore down the old house and put up a new one. It baffled me. I thought it was a great waste of history and of a beautiful old historic home. Now, I am in my 40’s and it is the first time that I have seen the cottage in almost 40 years. I was surprised to see that the house that I recall as being so grand, was ever so humble. I am including a photo of the cottage and also one of some family time there. This is a generation older than me; however, the family gatherings remained the same. Lots of kids, family, food and swimming out to the rock shoal.
After the fact finding mission, I arrived back at the tiny house at about 10:00 pm. It was so dark that I couldn’t really see where I was going and just as I entered the door, I heard a growl. It made the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand up.
Once I got safely in the door, I stood listening and again another growl, just as close and loud as the first one… and I wondered if the doors of the house would protect me from whatever it was that was out there.
I admit, I was feeling pretty scared.
I wondered if I should climb up the stairs or if the two door contingency would work better should I need to escape and as I stood there worried and trying to think it through, another loud growl.
It was then, and only then that I realized it was my own stomach protesting because I did not feed it since noon.
So I was safe. But the cucumber on the counter met its fate.