It's been a long time since I have blogged. We (my staff and I) were making plans for our Maine Movement. I don't understand all the fuss - just get in the car and go. I am used to my annual trip to my Northeastern realm, but this time the routine was quite different.
Boxes kept coming into my house in Florida and things began disappearing into them. The rooms looked more empty everyday. Nothing I needed or used had been moved; so all was fine with me.
One day Daddy Thom threw my toy box away and put all My toys into one of those damn boxes. A few toys were still about, but I knew what was in that box and where it was. My keen sense of smell monitored the location daily although I could not get into the sealed package.
One day Will, the contractor, and his buddy came to visit. The night before an enormous truck had parked right in my driveway. All the humans began putting boxes into the truck including my toys. This was not a good thing and I was depressed for a few days.
Then in the middle of the night, the car was packed, my bed was made in the back and we were on the road. I knew I was headed to Maine - it was that time of the year.
I quickly forgot about the boxed toys. I had others in the car and I was on my was to my favorite place.