The Long Way Home 10.31.25
In the spirit of today, All Hallows' Eve, I bring you the following scary story. Last week, the Bohunk left me. On Monday, she went with our daughter, Jess, and granddaughter Chloe to Fargo to celebrate our grandson, Connor’s, birthday. Three nights and four days is the longest separation we’ve had since joining the “trailer trasherati” in July. I’ve come to understand that the work the Bohunk does around the house is important, and I’ve picked up the necessary skills to get the essentials done when she’s not around. I didn’t vacuum or make the bed until the last day, but I did take care of the animals daily. Each of the two dogs has a different menu for their two-a-day meals. Winthrop is simpler: just fill his cat food bowl with kibbles when he starts following me around and meowing his unhappiness. The Bohunk always feeds the dogs, so she left two pages of precisely written instructions--neither of us trusts my memory anymore. Routine is essential for old men like me and adult c...