Moving On

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