Looking Out A Different Window

There is a new window to look out of while writing.  Yesterday the view was sparkly and sunny.  Today the sky is gray and rainy.  This is OK because we are inside.  Safe and dry.

Willie is genuinely enamoured of the fenced in back yard.  He is amazed Mommy can let him out whenever he wants, not just to “attend to important matters” and, of course, every time Willie goes outside Wicket must go with him.  It is super hard, though not impossible, for Gabby to go outside because there are steps which must be navigated.  She turned 18 yesterday so her difficulty is understandable.  Still, she makes it out and back and everyone praises her for her success.  Even Willie and Wicket run a victory lap around her…once she is comfortable on the rug in front of the new front door.

There is part of the back yard outside the window, shrubbery, and a not-too-distant rooftop.  A majestic, cocky evergreen is also in sight, and beautiful autumn leaves.  A couple of trees in view already show their bare limbs having lost all their leaves, but this is to be expected for early November in Kentucky.

The house is larger than the apartment by leaps and bounds.  It holds six dogs and four humans very well.

Yes, you read that correctly: six dogs and four humans. 

The Husband, dogs, and I are living with Sniffles and Cheyenne because the house we thought was ours was a scam and we lost money and precious time in looking for a new place because of it.  Thankfully we were already packing to move so there wasn’t any time lost there.  We just had to re-pack and put the majority of our possessions in storage.

Sadly, I had caught two scams prior to the sprung trap.  Although everyone says it wasn’t my fault, I can’t help but feel it ultimately is.  The Husband had to go to work and it was my responcibility to find a place for us to live.  The house I found wasn’t “too good to be true” or impossible to move into.  It wasn’t a mansion.  There were even things about the house we knew we would need to change; however, it was all a lie and I fell for it.  To add genuine insult to injury, the man who scammed us (me) pretended to be a Christian. 

Thankfully no one has said “A sucker is born every minute”, and I hope no one does, because right up to the revelation something wasn’t right everythingwas moving along as required when moving into a new place.  The man was even “working” with us and giving us time to collect the money needed for taking possession of the property! 

However, through this ordeal, we now know just how much we can trust our friends and how much they love us.  Without them we would literally be on the street.  Our love and respect for Cheyenne and Sniffles was solid beforehand, and now it is set into Biblical stone.  They have not only taken us in, but accepted our four dog pack and turtle and given us two rooms: a bedroom and another room to use as, what Sniffles calls a den.  How sweet is that? 

It is strange living with additional people since The Husband and I have only lived with each other for the past 20 years, but we all are adjusting.  The dogs are blending well into a combined pack.  Jake, the little thing, weighs only 120 lbs and is, so far, the largest of said pack.  The larger ones are around the 80 to 90 pound range while the two smallest are under 20 and, of course are the bosses.  Dot, the canine matriarch of the Sniffles/Cheyenne household, is most definitely the lookout and “perimeter alarm” as Sniffles likes to say.  She alerts all the muscle, who likewise take their protective duties seriously.  Do I feel safe here on the rare occassions I am alone?  You betcha!

Surprisingly, I’m not angry with the man who scammed us and put us in this position.  I am disappointed in him as a human being.  This man has obvious talent.  He has potential for good, but he does wrong instead.  He makes his money by hurting people.  Does he say or think to himself his victims deserve what they get?  Does he even give us a thought other than how to get money from us? 

I wish I could say I’ve forgiven him.  Hopefully this will come in time.

The incident is pushing me to write a new story for NaNoWriMo.  It is about a woman who finds herself homeless due to a cheating husband and his now pregnant mistress.  She has held everything, almost, she has ever wanted and it was stripped away.  How is she going to deal with it all?  I suppose I should say I was writing on the story.  The laptop died about an hour ago.

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About Henrietta Handy

I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. I am an aspiring writer with a wonderful husband who puts up with this writing and reading addiction I have. He also puts up with all of the yarn and knitting. I have four canine children and a ton of friends I love dearly. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 2 1/2 and have still managed to have a good life despite all the pain. So, I invite you to join me in this journey and just possibly have fun along the way.
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2 Responses to Looking Out A Different Window

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    Congratulations on landing somewhere, and I’m sorry to hear about why matters worked out as they did.

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