On Leaving America – Part 42

19 February 2019 Year of the Water Snake, I think.

Twelve days to go. I am totally freaking out. Time is passing by faster than greyhounds, and there is still so much to do. We must be out of the house on the fourth of March. Before that we will be living in empty place for two days—with the cats and a mattress and TV that will be picked up on the final day. Or we could go somewhere. A neighbor has offered us use of his guest bedroom and we might make use of that . . . or not.

The neighbor has this cat that can go in and out of his house through a small cat door. Boots is a very bad cat and last week he attract Morris who. Morris is an indoor cat and found a way to sneak out of his house. Boots tore him up pretty bad. Boots kills birds, including lots of humming birds. He is not beloved in the neighborhood. Six-hundred dollar vet bill to repair poor Morris.

Even if we kept our cats locked in the bedroom . . . what if one got out . . . or in. They will need water, food and a sand box. Could we even get into a hotel with 2 cats? I should put that on our list: Hotel that takes cats. Two days in Motel 6? With cats.

The cats know something‘s going on. Thank God they can’t imagine what is coming up. A neighbor will take us to the airport with so much luggage we need Sherpa’s. Lou and I will both be carrying one cat in a cage with a sling that goes over one’s shoulder . . . this and two LARGE suitcases each. Then thirty hours of flight. I have images of miss migrations, photos of lines of people escaping some horrible fate with all there belonging on the backs or in a cart . . . everything they own.

I don’t care if it kills me. I just want it to be over. I am too damn old to be doing this. I’ve begun to feel old for the first time. There was a time when I became old, probably mid-fifties. I remember overhearing someone saying to another, “He’s that old guy, over there.” I suddenly saw them as they saw me, older by a couple decades. I was suddenly aware that others thought of me as old. But I did not feel old.

I’m feeling old these last few days. I’m feeling tired, and Lou is too. We’ve been packing again. The things you really want to have available as long as possible. We’re packing our suitcases. What are the most important things? What will go in the limited space of carry on? What are the family jewels? Bucky is sitting on the table just behind me, looking at this monitor. It’s lucky he can’t read. “Not knowing is the strength of man and beast.” Who said that?

Bucky wants a snack, of course. I give him one and satisfied, he saunters off. Sometimes I think it’s more he wants to make me do something than he wants the snack.


About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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8 Responses to On Leaving America – Part 42

  1. lgyslaine says:

    Stress this next trip is palpable 🙂

  2. Surely Bucks and Amber are the family jewels!
    I’m so glad for you that the ordeal is nearly over… and the next stage begins… Just take one day, one moment at a time, and it somehow makes it easier than looking ahead to all the challenges…
    Don’t cross any bridges till you come to them!!!!
    And when you give Bucks a treat, give yourself one too!!!!

  3. stutleytales says:

    “Not knowing is the strength of man and beast.” Love that! So true. Good luck, Bruce. You know we’ll all be waiting for news when you get to the other end.

  4. Jew Boy says:

    If you check into a motel don’t tell them about the cats. I’m sure no one with “The WHO” told them about Keith Moon before they trashed the place. Not knowing is your strength.

  5. Good luck with your move! Just take one day at a time and before you know it, the most difficult part will be behind you and you’ll be enjoying your new home.

  6. Hi Bruce. I was away for a bit and seem to have missed your ‘I sold my house!’ posting. Wow, how very exciting. Excitement is very tiring isn’t it? 😀 and the cats will survive as indoor cats have nine lives too but use them so sparingly.

  7. catnipoflife says:

    Well, I am way behind reading this post so five more days have gone by. Best of luck on the remaining days. I know you both will be glad when this part is all behind you. Of course, that goes for the cats too 🙂

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