The Animals Are Looking At Me Funny...
They know something is up. Oscar the cat has been following me around the yard meowing like he was starving to death. The goats just want food. We have been cleaning out the freezer, so Kevin fed them some old, yucky tamales we had. It was so cute to watch them try to lick the lard off those corn husks, kind of like something you'd see on an old Looney Toons.
It is finally seeming real, as we begin to stuff our stuff into boxes. I look at it all and wonder again how I can be so attached to it. That is part of the pull to travel, I guess. To see how other people live in the world, to realize how charmed we are and to contemplate whether I need to tweak my values a bit. As we sit here agonizing over which gore-tex boots to bring and how many sunblock shirts it is hard not to think of indigineous Guatemalans carrying heavy loads in a basket wearing flip-flops. Still it is hard to leave the comforts of home and the love of friends. At the same time, we won't have to open any damn bills for a few months. Hallelujah!



