I got a message today that the llamas were in the neighbor’s back yard, a downhill slant from where the main part is, and basically unkempt, like ours is. It is a difficult piece of land to maintain, as I can attest. But anyway, my llamas were in their little pasture area. She was friendly about it, said the llamas had been there a week. I really wish she would have told me sooner. She said she has tried to shoo them back herself, but they approach her, and she is uncomfortable with that. I totally get that. People hear scary stories about llamas, and I am sure that their behavior depends on how they are looked after. Either way, it is not the neighbor’s responsibility to worry about that at all.
I went to call the llamas, and they did not come. I got the tractor and loaded some hay into it, and they did not come. So, I finally went down the fence line to where they were and crossed over to the neighbor’s field and followed the llamas back up till they were through the gate and home. Then I closed the gate, using the repaired wire I had put on to catch the gate with. So the llamas are returned and the gate fixed temporarily. I also alerted the neighbor of that fact, and let her know she had used Messenger, which is the best way to get hold of me should she have further problems.
Her opening gambit was hoping we are having a good holiday season. I didn’t address that. We are not. We are among a few families having troubles this year. Ours are not as bad as some. But they are not good, either. I am scared and hurt to see Missus hurting and going through what she is. We will be changing how we live, and things will end up reduced after, forever. There is no way around it. We will lose so much, and I don’t even care, so long as Missus is looked after and can recover.
I am putting in an application for work at the school district the girls attend school at. I am going to apply for the role of bus driver. It does not pay a lot. But it does pay some, and hopefully will allow me to keep up with some bills. It should also allow time to still try to get my own business up and running. We still want to make something of our little place, even if it is only a little. Have not given up yet!
I am a wus. I will admit that. I have learned something about what a person feels when the one they have chosen is suffering. When she is at peril, I think it is a pretty awful thing. And I hate it. I know that nobody could ever replace her. I don’t need the opportunity to find out. And I suppose that all this drama is unnecessary on my part. It is a generally recoverable situation! It sure kills to see her in the state she is in, though. It sure hurts to feel helpless. It sure is a lot worse than the llamas being out.