Taking Out The Trash In Every Way

Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away. Actually, they were pretty close. As close as my front door.

MY front door. Good grief, that seems so strange to write. I have a house? Traveling for eight years non stop in an RV was one of the best decisions we could have made to spend time with our dogs. And I’ll never regret that. But I did miss having my own space. I missed being able to put my hands in dirt and garden. Be careful what you wish for! I have plenty of dirt now!

As much as we have to do on our little house in Italy, something has really been bugging me. There are two huge piles of trash. The last time someone lived here, we think, was 1996. And that trash has been left ever since then. One of the huge bags is right by the front door. And we couldn’t even move it. The bag had deteriorated. And we’ve been carrying down one bag of trash on the trail at a time. Televisions, furniture, bottles, you name it. And it’s really been bothering me. Yes. I know there are male pressing things to do. But for my mental health, I had to get it taken care of. Yesterday. And we did.

It’s amazing how taking care one little piece at a time with the house helps me. When my grief overwhelmed me missing Brickle yesterday , that is when I decided to take out the trash.  But then, social media got me down. Again. I try not to let it. But it hurts. When we posted a new video on our channel, wow. I prepared.

Some commented that Brickle was buried too far away from the house. Actually, it’s the inky place we could dig late that night without rocks. It took us 3 hours. And we thought he would love the stream view and keeping an eye on the house. But that comment ripped my heart. Another person said we could leave Brickle behind one day just like we did Digby. That. Hurt. Bad.

Our dog Digby passed away in 2021 when we were traveling in an RV. We had no home.  No yard. And a beautiful farm we were volunteering at graciously allowed us to bury Digby there. No. I don’t like he’s not physically here with us. But I know he is here with us. I don’t need a reminder of his sick and frail last days to have him with me forever. And he’s a part, and always will be a part of our lives. Like Brickle. Like all of the names we will be drawing on these stones of your past fur kids and persons close to you that you donated for.

So the other trash I’m taking out is negativity. I have to keep going. I will keep going. Nothing can stop me now.

-Rachael

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