More Trouble

A while back, I wrote about the Hunter family, which is experiencing a messy divorce. When we got home from vacation yesterday, there was a message from Mrs. Hunter. Mr. Hunter is still in jail, and Mrs. Hunter is packing up everything that she can get her hands on to take to her home state. Since Mr. H will not be allowed to leave this state under the terms of his arrest, she feels like she'll be safe. So, we have spent much of the weekend helping with that little project.

Mrs. Jogger has been doing the most. She went out last night and worked until late, slept on the sofa, and got up this morning to work some more. I went out for a couple of hours this afternoon, which was all the more I could farm the Little Joggers out to friends.

Under ideal conditions, moving is a pain. And these are far from ideal conditions. Basically nothing was planned in advance. The house was the kind of mess that one usually associates with four kids, or with a category five hurricane. We are leaving half the stuff, and the only person who knows which half, Mrs. Hunter, is an emotional wreck. The three dogs were kept in their kennels, where they announced, with great gusto, that they were not happy. Fortunately, there were a lot of volunteers, but it was still not much fun.

Mrs. Jogger just got home, after literally 24 hours over there, and she's planning to go back tomorrow. The only thing I'm grateful for is that this isn't our crisis. It's making a very stressful weekend for us, but it will be stressful for the Hunters for a good long while.