When we were overseas, Dad would get a full month off each year, and we almost always spent this month vacation at Nana and Granda’s home where Mom grew up.
I think we were still in Nigeria when Mom and Dad decided that we needed a permanent place to call home, and they bought a house in the same town, which gave us a place to hang our hats on vacation; and when we moved Stateside permanently, we had a place to stay.
After Dad died, and us kids graduated high school, we kind of scattered a bit, and the house fell into disuse. Chris kept it up for a bit, but what with first Granda and then Nana needing full time care, the house became a weekend retreat, and then storage.
Well, we have developed a need for the old place, so we’ve been over making it — somewhat — livable, but one of the great things about the house is that when you look out the back door, you’re looking across literally several hundred miles of prairie and ranch-land before you stumble by anything that looks vaguely like human habitation — and that’s pretty much a wide-spot in the road.
Sounds good — until you realize that while humanity itself is somewhat scarce out back of our place, there’s a whole bunch of life out there — much of which tends to look favourably upon empty houses.
As a “fer-instance”, there seems to be a skunk what has taken up abode either under the floorboards or burrowed into the front flowerbed — and said polecat might ought to unarse the place before he winds up the subject of a slam order.
Luckily for him, skunk-thumping is a couple of steps down the List of Things To Do Around The House. But probably not for long.
Gawd, I’m exhausted.