Every time I suffer a loss of some significance, I clean like one possessed. Today after helping Lisa move to her new abode (not more than a mile and a half away) I came back and started cleaning the house like a maniac.

It’s crazy. I have zero doubt I’ll be seeing Lisa almost as much as I have this past year. We’re power partners. We attend the same groups and have the same pastimes: critters!

So the fact that she has moved a few streets northwest shouldn’t have thrown me into cleaning mode. But it did.  There is still a change to adjust to, laughable as it may sound to everyone who knows us!

I simply got very used to having Lisa around. She’s FUN! We had fun.  She has become a hand-picked sibling to me.  She “gets” me better than my sisters do.

Cleaning helps me cope. Or avoid moping. Or something.

I ask myself, “Who else will be as eager to wrangle chickens and help me clip their wings to keep them in their hen pens?” (No one!) “Who else knows how to trim a goat’s feet?” (No one!) “Who else can commiserate (with both parties) and laugh at the same time when I have to bathe a cat?”

This is going to take some getting used to. I’m sure I’ll snap out of it within a couple of weeks since, in all likelihood, we’ll be seeing each other two or three times a week and I’ll come to realize that she hasn’t relocated to Timbuktu, fer gosh sakes!

Best friends almost always live too far away.  So I’m blessed. Mine doesn’t. She just lives farther away than she has in a year.

So…I’m allowing myself a pity party until bedtime.  And maybe tomorrow. Maybe ’til the weekend. But after that, I simply must adjust!