It’s Sunday, and Pam and I have been doing our best to get on with our lives after the loss of our beloved pet. It’s hard to predict when grief hits; sometimes it’s when we reenter the house on returning from shopping or a day trip to Pam’s brother and sister-in-law. Sometimes it’s the evening, upon finishing dinner.
A layer of sadness, like dust, covers us, but we are moving on. We’re getting ready for another trip to Vancouver, this time for me to do some job hunting and meeting with people (covered in an earlier post). Rather than stay home utterly alone, Pam luckily located a reasonably-priced flight and although we are once again not traveling together (will we ever again?), it’s not as ridiculous as last time, when she paid 4 times what I did due to changing plans at the last moment (her Uncle Jim dying the day before we were due to leave).
I’m looking forward to seeing our new home town without the usual constant rain, but so far it looks like we’re once again going to be in another 5–6 day deluge. I’ve got to admit that this has to be the worst luck I’ve ever had with any place with regard to weather, so I’m hoping we’re getting the clichés about the Pacific Northwest out of the way up front before we even move there. Otherwise, it’s going to be hard getting used to a place that never stops raining for all the months and years we might be living there. Some day it has got to stop raining in Vancouver, but perhaps that won’t happen until after we move. Talk about a leap of faith.
written while listening to: Mozart — String Quintet in G minor — ii. Menuetto. Allegretto from the album “String Ensembles” by The Orlando Quartet