3pm…I step onto my porch. I notice several of my potted plants and bowls have been knocked over…scattered in all directions. There’s a sort of wild strewn look about the place.
Then I see a large…groundhog is it? What in the world? Lying…snoozing…hiding comfortably under my husband’s chair. The audacity.
I don’t know. It could be a bear for all I care. The bottom line is that I am no longer on the porch. I am no longer in the house…or the neighborhood.
I took the car and disappeared down the road. I called my husband as I drove off to let him know. He is not home yet.
‘Oh’…he responds.
I’m gone. It’s going to be awhile.
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