Samain Moving Moon
This is our last week as residents of this house, of Andover, of Minnesota. Next week this time we will be staying in a local motel, our stuff stripped out of the house and already on its way.
My main desire right now is to put an end to packing, to getting ready and get on the road. But the time is not yet. Not quite. So close I can see it, but not quite.
The desire is not about stress. We’ve done well at managing the terrain of a long distance move, pacing it out so we could finish our work in chunks over the last seven months. The desire to end the process comes more from the wearying sameness of preparation and no action.
All this is minor league stuff compared to the awful news Pam, a woman helping us with final clean-up today, got over lunch. Her daughter called and said that a good friend of hers had died while on her honeymoon. She went down on a scuba dive off Cozumel, came up, told her new husband she didn’t feel well and died right there, in the water.
So. Bad.
