January 16, 2017

I love where we live. I love that I can walk out the door, choose a trail and be out in the wilderness within minutes. I love that a thriving cosmopolitan city is only a fifteen minute drive away. I love that in the summer we go to the beach and in the winter we go skiing.

Do you know what I don’t love?

Raccoons who use our roof as their personal litter box.

Raccoons notoriously return to the same spots most times to…ummm….do their business. These particular raccoons have chosen a very dry, cozy spot.

Under the eaves directly outside our bedroom window.

As I lay in the dark last night listening to the rain I suddenly realized that the rain was making a new sound. A heavy, trotting kind of sound. Damn. I grab a flashlight and open the blinds.

Three sets of eyes peer back at me. If they could talk they would have said.

“A little privacy please.”

The Best Thing in Life is having something to throw at those little stinkers.

Noah’s Ark

noahs-ark

I think that Noah had it right when he marched those animals on to the ark two by two.  And not just for the obvious reasons.

Some animals like turtle doves, swans and wolves hook up for life.

Given the numbers, I’m sure there were some tense moments on the ark.  Even the best of partners, given extended time in close quarters, will start to rattle each other’s cages.  Good thing it was a relatively large boat.  But how would they have felt if they had made the trip solo?  Lonely, unsatisfied and a bit of a third wheel as all the other animals would be with their mates.  Sure it would be fun for a while.  Footloose and fancy free on a trip at sea.  But soon they may have found themselves wanting some company.  Maybe just somebody to sit and share some hay with.

Some animals like dolphins and Bonobo monkeys only come together occasionally.

Bonobo monkeys, for example, are amongst a handful of animals (including humans) that have sex recreationally and for social purposes.  I have this image of a large hairy monkey coming onto the ark on his own and siding up to the bar trying to buy the llama a drink.  Hey, we don’t know maybe the ark had a bar. We just don’t know.  Anyway,  I would imagine the monkey would have found it pretty hard to find somebody he was compatible with on that wet journey.  Not to mention that pretty much everybody already had a buddy to buy them a drink.  Although, being that type of monkey, maybe he was okay with it.  Some are.

I have realized this week that I am not like that monkey.

I am a fairly strong independent women and I am used to being on my own a fair bit, but I need a partner and I’m not afraid to admit it.  My husband has been working on a huge event and I am immensely proud of him but it has meant that he has been away much more than he has been home in the last six months.  It’s not just that I miss him.  It’s more than that.  This last while I have felt restless and discombobulated. Like something just wasn’t quite right.

I would have been happy to go on Noah’s little cruise so long as I had a partner.  I would not want to go through life as a solo traveler.  I like having somebody to laugh with, argue with and cuddle with.  I like knowing that I don’t have to make decisions on my own.  I am happy that I have somebody to share my hay with.  Yes, both kinds of hay.

Is it human nature? Or are some people more like the monkey than the turtle doves?  Which are you?