(This post was half written on the first day of my sabbatical, but as you’ll read the week didn’t turn out the way I had planned, so the days are not in order, and this is being posted a week after most of it was written.)
The plan is to arrive by 11am at my sabbatical location. An hour later my Aunt and Uncle are heading off on their vacation, and I become King of the house. Let me introduce you to the cast of this week.
I’m Eric. I’ll be your host, and main character.
Alfie. He’s a cat. The cat who goes outside and catches things like snakes. As a kitten we thought he may have been part bobcat. He had to be tranquilized as a kitten because he was so wild. Now he’s adorable, though a killer…but he likes to rub against me and let me pet him.
Lucy 2. She is not my Lucy, she is my Aunt’s Lucy and also a cat, named after I had already had my own Lucy, so she became Lucy 2. Lucy is a bit skittish, much like my own. In fact they are a lot alike. Lucy sometimes likes me, but lately is afraid of me. Often when I’m there I hold Lucy while my Aunt cuts her nails, so I think she expects a nail cutting is coming every time she sees me. I hope after a day or two she’ll be cuddly and happy with me.
Other than that there are the deer, bears, and other wild animals that are all outside looking in the windows at me. Or at least that’s how I see it. I’m preparing for my journey now. I’ve done nothing to pack or prepare. But I have a Dr’s appt back home tomorrow, so I can finish packing then. Just need enough to get through tonight, and then I’ll be back at the house tomorrow.
This week has a lot going on. It’s a week of solitude, but I have a lot of plans for the week. For one my mother’s birthday is this week. I won’t go into detail about that because that is going to be deserving of it’s own installment in my Sabbatical series.
So welcome to Day 1 of my sabbatical.
Okay, so I’ve officially arrived. I was rushing like crazy to arrive at the appointed time, hoping not to make my Aunt and Uncle late for their departure. I knew I’d be back home the next day for a Dr’s appt, so just packed what I needed for one night and ran out the door. Just before I was to leave, my friend called because she had just broken a glass, cut herself pretty bad, was sitting on the floor surrounded by blood trying not to be sick from it and hoping there wasn’t glass in her finger. I ran over, and luckily it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. We washed her up and wrapped her finger and off I went.
Luckily, neither my Aunt or Uncle were ready when I arrived, so time was not an issue. They finished packing, gave me directions and headed off. I unpacked and prepared for a nap. You see, since moving out of the city I cannot nap. You’d think living here in suburbia napping would be easy, but it’s not. I think with so much noise in Albany I was so used to it I could sleep through anything. Here I can tell what song the neighbor’s kid is listening to from my bed. Being up in the mountains just had to mean I’d finally be able to take a real nap. But just as they were leaving the house it began to thunder, and then it poured. It was a quick storm, and the sun came out. I was sitting in the living room when I saw steam rolling off the sun room roof. Then it went from rolling steam, to flowing smoke. Instead of lessening, it was getting thicker. It was then I thought “Son of a (expletive), they’re not even out of the county and I’ve set the house on fire????” I ran outside to look, and it was just steam. So day 1: Mountains – 1, Eric – 0.
I laid down after a while only to realize that this particular day happened to also be the day they were repaving the highway near their house. So as I laid there all I heard was the “beep beep beep” of construction vehicles backing up, backed up traffic and nonstop noise from big trucks.
So much for a nap. Alfie was out, construction had stopped and what happened? I FELL ASLEEP. Woke up as it was getting dark, panicking about the cat being out. He was waiting outside like a good boy and I prepared to really start my sabbatical.
Before my nap though I had time to sit out on the back porch and watch the hummingbirds feeding. While watching one I saw it fly over and perch on a tree. It was then I realized in my 37 years I had never seen a hummingbird that wasn’t “humming”. Sitting on the tree, without it’s wings whipping I realized hummingbirds are just another bird, boring and not that exciting to look at.
Life lesson learned from day 1 of sabbatical? Sometimes the less we know about things in life the better. Until that afternoon I thought hummingbirds were amazing, now to me they’re just birds with ADHD.