Waking Divergent Journal Ch 13 Family and New Friends !
Now your up to date, off to my Parents house in the Kitchener / Cambridge area which is just 30 minutes away, pick up some memories, then off to create more memories on our own I guess.
Another hour then on the way back to the Primates, Gorillas and Orangutans.
So easy to write, but so much emotion afterwards to experience.
Easy sitting here, sipping on Coconut Water and Iced Tea, we sit in the rain, it is pouring, a massive downpour that caught us all off guard, everyone is soaked through. At my Parents house it was Sunny and Clear, when I got back to the Toronto Zoo, it was sunny and clear for about 30 minutes. Then out of nowhere, the sky turned black as the clouds rolled in so quickly it took our breaths away. Then the Deluge Started (underlined and in bold as it is important)
I think High Pressure Met Low Pressure and they had a tango up there with a full orchastra conducted by Ricky Ricardo! Need to get one of those old time Weather devices, that show, High/Low/Humidity/Temperature and Date and Time. Then learn how to use it, we lost so much easy Technology with the Computer age.
Back to what happened;
When we got here, everyone else that was let was let out, let them forage for themselves for a bit before getting Supper together for the last time. The doggy pack are working together very good now, my new command to them worked like a charm, Stay Close – Guard and they did. Not sure if they think I am guarding them or they are guarding me though, but they stay close and are vigilant. All of the Animals saw us working as a group and if any got close, they were greeted with muzzles showing teeth and very loud growlings, with a shotgun pointed at them, even the Hippo’s got the message.
I have a plan formulated, kinda weird maybe for the Big Primates, but I just gotta give them a better chance at SURVIVAL. The others, Elephants, Rhinos, Hippo’s will just be let to their own devices and they can wander at will.
We are all sitting here, under the Canopy that I put up after the winds died down, there is still a slight drizzle, so the Canopy helps us out. Not too far away, the Orangutans and Gorillas are sitting in two distinct groups though close to each other under the overhang in the open enclosures. They are comfortable with each others company, keeping to their family groups and near each other for mutual protection. Some of the wee ones even come close to the dogs and I, under the watchful eyes of the mothers and the the big leader males of course.
They sit close, grooming and murmuring to each other, I sit here thinking on my Parents house and lack of any other people so far. The dogs have bonded and lay close to each other, Midnight with Crunch and Brownie with Zeldy, always paired now, close and looking in different directions, more primal and more social at the same time.
Me, I sit here with YOU, whoever you will be, someone that I find, someone that finds me, or someone that opens the journal, later! I have you to share my thoughts and feelings with, YOU and anyone who is listening to the Ham Radio broadcasting’s. I have started to write and speak at the same time, the Audio voiced into the microphone, the keys of the laptop echoing the words, putting them to paper. The other Ham and CB, along with the radio, listen for a response, any crackle from the speakers and I pause in my broadcast and writing, sometimes the dogs look a the speakers expectantly as well, but for the most part they busy themselves in other endeavours.
Here I sit, heart broken anew, this is my therapy I suppose writing it all down, then printing it out on the little laser printer to add to the Journal as it grows thicker with more papers. In the past I have been called an emotional refrigerator, a cold person, someone who does not show emotion or if only barely. Well I think that has all changed, all changed for good.
The deluge of water may have rinsed the tears from my face, but it did not touch the shadow of a heart that I have left, that is for sure.
Entering my parents house, as it sat almost virtually the same from the last time I left it. Before I got here , there was hope. Hope that maybe they would be sitting there, smiling and saying what took you so long, it is dinner time and we were waiting for you! Alas no, nobody, no sign, no notes, no nothing.
Zeldy had been bouncing up and down at the door, eager to get in to see Grandma and Grandpa, she raced around searching, questing, sniffing and then barking and whining all at the same time. The other dogs, fired up tore around with her, sniffing as well, scenting the people that had been here, the scent of Zeldy that lingered and god knows what else. Finally Zeldy sat in the middle of the living room, staring at their armchairs, whining a little then layed down staring at the empty chairs and sighed. I think she had been hoping they would be there as well, lets face it she was hoping very hard they were there too. She started bouncing as soon as she realized what street she was on and who lived there.
Even in grief, I knew time was limited, so limited for me as I had to get back here and let the rest go let the last of the mammals go free. Give them a chance at life, family and happiness, a chance that I might never have again.
Trinkets and memories;
That is what I took when I departed, I left a short NOTE and a copy of the journal for them to read, if they returned. On the note I said what I took, how to reach me and my destination for the winter!
TO zoo first
channel on CB and Ham radios for contact
North to the New Liskard Area of Ontario, North away from the Nuclear Reactors if they melt down,
North to the last known location of my Sister, she is up in the north, my buddy is in the New Liskard area, so North is where I am going, for now. North where I always felt at home, felt like I belonged the North that never left me. You may leave the North but it never leaves you. You may leave the Military but it never leaves you.
Memories of other times; Some paintings by my paternal Grandmother a photo that my paternal Grandfather took, some photos of my Dad’s Mother and Father, some photos of my parents and family including my Mothers Parents my Nanny and Pappa, other family as well from the mantel.
Some homemade jams that my mother had made a few years before and the boxed multi layered scene from the Coast of Nova Scotia that I had given to them as a gift. Two of the nice pipes I gave my Dad for the last Father’s day, a hand carved Celtic Cross (by me) that I gave my mother when she was in the hospital. Memories!
Some Memories for the future, memories of a saner time, a time with Friends, Families and People on the street, normal times.
As I closed the door I said goodby then stood there, looking around, thinking.
Since they are in a cul de sac, I disconnected the gas from their house and from the neighbours on both sides, then loaded the shotgun with 00 buck and slugs, proceeded to shoot the electrical wires from the poles that connected the houses to the Grid. Just in case of an overload and spike. A quick trip down the hill to the neighbours house there, shotgun at the ready, since they are not the nicest of people even at the best of times, did the same to that house. Well the best I can do to see that the house does not burn down, for now!
Come on Doggies, into the Camper Toy, lets go play with some Gorillas now OK., we drove away, I did not look back.
Sitting here now, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain on the canopy roof, sipping the coconut water, watching the primates interact, I smile, my heart is heavy but I watch the little gorilla and orangutang, watch them teeter towards one of their relatives close to each other and I know, this is the right thing to do!
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