The first of my conversations in The Evergreen State

So far Washington is beautiful.  That doesn’t mean I want to stay here for the rest of my life, I plan on moving back after a couple of years. 

The house is interesting.  It doesn’t have the front door facing the street; instead it is facing a fence in our “back yard.”  We all have separate rooms, which I thought would be good, and I do enjoy it, but when you share a single room for all your life with two sisters breathing and mumbling in their sleep it becomes awful quiet when you are finally alone. 

Yesterday I had a big scare.  Abigail was sitting by me and Maggie jumped up beside me and Abigail.  In Abigail’s jealous mindset she decided that Maggie was invading her territory (me) and attacked.  Maggie didn’t waste any time in pinning her down and wrapping those enormous jaws around her head.  I was screaming and jumping up and down, and when I saw Maggie bite down I pushed her off the chair and onto the floor, grabbed Abigail, and ran screaming to my dad yelling, “Help her!  Help her! Help her!”  Over and over again until he grabbed her and started looking for a bite mark.  He finally found it on her head and when I went to look at it, it was a giant gash mark on her head the size of the Grand Canyon.  Mom says it’s not that big, but in this situation I am Mom and Mom is Dad (and for those of you who know my mom you will understand).  We took her to the emergency vet and they fixed her up real nice, but we had to wait for an hour and in that time we noticed three sets of people come in.  A couple whose golden retriever, Daisy, had been blind for two years, she wasn’t eating, and she was twelve.  Then, there was a woman whose cat needed to be put down, this made Momma cry a little bit and when they brought the cat out in a cardboard box I started to tear up.  After the cat people there was a man who brought in a kitten that had fallen on a steak knife.  When we looked in the box he had covered the kitten in a pink baby blanket and you couldn’t see the cut.  Dad says that the clinic needs their own TV show.

In case you can't tell that is Abigail's Grand Canyon of a gash.

So, so far Washington has been interesting.  As Noah said there was a Halloween shop with some interesting zombie stuff, and of course there are the rogue, some degrees removed cousins/aunts who try to take your eye out with a birthday knife.  I’m not naming any names but let’s just say Cousin/Aunt Verna’s house is a hoot. 

I don’t know if Washington will ever be home, but for now it’ll have to try and keep up with us.  So far we’re louder, friendlier, and crazier than most Washingtonians here.  So let’s see who survives who first around here.