Yes. I'm not sure which will be harder - being there during the weeks when the old curmudgeon decides to bugger off for weeks and, I dunno, hunt moose or something* like he did a few times while I was in high school, or not being there when he finally does disappear and my family is left waiting for him and I come home and he's gone. Granted, the area we live in is full of people who will take pot-shots at cats while out hunting/messing around with their bb gun, so...
And good god, I hope it's the last move for a while. I feel like someone swapped out my brain for a bowl of jello in the night.
*He is starting to look more and more like Greebo in his old age. I would not put it beyond him to bugger off to hunt moose if he felt like it, despite there being no moose anywhere near us.
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Date: 2010-08-18 11:34 am (UTC)And good god, I hope it's the last move for a while. I feel like someone swapped out my brain for a bowl of jello in the night.
*He is starting to look more and more like Greebo in his old age. I would not put it beyond him to bugger off to hunt moose if he felt like it, despite there being no moose anywhere near us.