This is Fruitycake The Raccoon. Just a reminder that I’m not a real raccoon. Not even in this England place.
The last week has been exciting. And fun. And well, exhausting. I can’t believe that we have been here a week. But time flies by…doesn’t it?
We have been confused some days.
And we’ve been in awe some days. Like…is this real?
You know what else is real? Walking. Walking a lot. Especially since we don’t have a car. We walk here. And there. And everywhere. And yesterday, when the persons wanted to go to a bigger grocery store, they walked while Brickle and I took a nap from walking in the morning.
How far did they walk? A long way. It’s one thing to go uphill without a bag or two of groceries.
It’s another thing to walk up hill with all your goodies. And by the time they made it to the last stretch, Girl Person was complaining. A lot. She was acting like a delicate flower.
Boy Person reminded her that a little exercise after a bowl of macaroni and cheese from the morning was perhaps necessary. He didn’t give her a chance to be that delicate flower she wanted to be.
Of course, my persons banter back and forth. I know the word banter. Raccoons know about it.
But I think sometimes we all need the chance to be a delicate flower. There’s many times to be strong. But it’s ok to step back and give yourself allowance to be smaller than your resolve. To be ok with being tired. To be ok with needing to take a break.
You may tell our blog is still a little shorter than usual. But don’t worry. This flower will blossom yet again to its full glory. For right now, we need to water it. And I’ll take care of that.
–Fruitycake The Raccoon
