Letting go?

Well, getting here was starting to feel like an ordeal, but we finally made it.  After a busy week helping a friend paint almost her whole house, a wedding, a car that refused to be fixed, a flat tire, struggles with the bike rack, keys locked in the van and having to borrow a vehicle, we are actually camping.

It’s quiet now, the two little guys went out like a light once I was finally able to get them in bed.  The rest of the family is over at our friends’ campfire, but I am glad to have a minute to myself, with just the noise of the crickets and some muffled laughter from the campfires nearby.  I’m drinking tea from a mug with jack-o-lantern on it and eating a blueberry scone.  It has rained off and on all day, but not enough to keep us from enjoying a shrimp boil with our friends or visiting around the fire.

Dreams and Wild Things

There is a fox in my kitchen.  Wild, inquisitive eyes are looking at me.
A slender sensitive nose is sniffing unseen trails across the floor.  A long limbed, sharp clawed, streak of lightening is racing across the room, scrambling up hampers of dirty clothes in the laundry room.  He is Tamaki, the fulfillment of a dream my daughter has had for many years.

My oldest daughter Kay has loved foxes since she was a little girl.  She did a report on the gray fox in second grade.  She saved her birthday gifts and lawn mowing money.  She found a breeder a few hours away.  She figured out how to apply for a license from the state.  And finally in June she went to pick up her new little rascal!  For the first week she had to feed him formula from a bottle every eight hours.  That wasn’t easy since he was much more interested in running around than eating most of the time!  He made the transition to solid food easily though, much to Kay’s relief.  He also learned to use the cat’s litter box, with only a few accidents.  I’m not sure what Sabre thinks about a fox sharing his litter box, but he doesn't seem to object.