Tour Diary 34 Thurs 9th June – Leaving North Carolina - Me and Paisley the Masai warriors say goodbye– and Chucky the Woodchuck pays a visit and a summons from Monroe!
My last day in the North Carolina area before Michael comes to pick me up and we make our way to Monroe and pick up my man and our friend Anne. We then continue our trip to Brown Mountain area for talks and viewing these enigmatic lights. I have been spoiled rotten by these two wonderful New Englanders and I shall miss them and their fabulous home in this exquisite little conclave of Fearrington…
Gary called me to the window as he does when a new creature appears outside and I was able to see Chucky the Woodchuck. I think he should have been called Chunky the wood chuck, he had obviously been eating fast food. This little critter is also the Groundhog and as that is one of my favourite films, it was great to see the Star himself in person. He didn’t stay long but it was lovely to be able to add another new creature to my list of those seen in person.
I had decided to call the two little Yorkies the Petite Pois – small peas - for Paisley and Portia (whose name I got totally wrong giving her the title of a car instead of the high status of a Greek Goddess)… sorry Portia. She is so cute and quiet and this is probably because she was rescued by these lovely people, from a life in a cage just making puppies.
Humans are so cruel and uncaring… It makes me angry and sad that we think we can just use animals in this way for our monetary gain.. anyway, let’s not go there as I will end up falling off my soap box…… getting back to the point…
Little Paisley (my flip-flop nemesis) – was, I have discovered, in another lifetime.. a Masai warrior. This is probably why we resonate with each other so well. I too believe I have had a life as a Masai warrior and it was why I was obsessed with pogo sticks as a child because with the legs I acquired in this life being so short, The ability to jump up and down on the spot to great heights is out of the question and I needed help to reach the sky which was always my aim on my Pogo stick.
How do I know she was once a Masai warrior?.. well…
I personally hate animals being fed from the table… it’s just one of my things, but my friends have always given tit-bits to their dogs as they themselves are eating. That is absolutely their prerogative… When I am in someone’s else’s home, especially when they are taking such good care of me, their rules are totally my rules without question.
But my problem is that as I can hear the dog’s thoughts so then I am having to try to eat whilst receiving the message…
“I’m not quite sure why that food is on your plate and you are putting it into YOUR mouth when it should be on the floor here with me.. yes especially that juicy bit of steak which you are now chewing.. how dare you!!”
So that is what I have to deal with when dogs are fed from the table.
However, Paisley has taken it a step further. Given that this gorgeous pup is about 6 inches high she has taken to call on her past life as said Masai Warrior and so she utilises the ability to jump up and down on the spot to see exactly what it is, we are eating of hers. I sit on the other side of the table from all of this and from my side of the table as I sit opposite her Ma, all I can see is this bat-wing pair of ears just cresting the table and then disappearing. Up..flap..down…up..flap..down… I keep glancing over my shoulder for the jumbo jet appearing in the room…
It is so hard to keep a straight face as you eat, watching these ears pop up and down. So far her eye level has not yet cleared the table but she is such a determined little pup that I don’t think it will be long before the whole head appears and she says.. ”Ah so I see I have gorgeous steak and lovely veggies tonight, bring them all down to my plate on the floor please…”
Gary meantime has to contend with both the puppies and the Ma as she keeps a careful eye on what might end up on the puppies plate and even though he is soooooo enjoying his steak, Paulette will say to him…”you are not going to eat all that steak are you?” When he replies that yes indeedy he will, as he has slaved over a hot grill outside in 90 degree heat to bring it to the table then she sides with the puppies and makes him feel so guilty that he gives it up.
How this little mite wields such power is fascinating. I don’t think she has got into half her stride yet and I look forward to seeing what else she gets up to…
I shall miss them both but especially my little Paisley…
So after a week of thorough spoiling and good company it will be time to go back to Monroe to pick up Steve and see how he got on trying to get out of his body… My sense is that it won’t be as he expected… With his recent need to sleep almost for 4 days non-stop and with it obvious to me that he was not in his body at all at that time, I’m not sure why he needs to go and learn how to do it… I think he could probably run the course on it!!
Michael came to collect me and we had to leave at 5 a.m for the very long drive, as we had received a message that the Director of Monroe wanted to meet me and that Steve was asked to do a presentation of his book and ideas, so we needed to be there for 9 a.m. to ensure we didn’t miss the talks and to bring the books.
I just hope he is not going to tell me that Stevie is not the Messiah after all and ‘he is just a very naughty boy!!’
We shall see…
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