NotSoThoreau

At long last, I am ready to move out of the mountains. I’m not quite ready to move to the boat yet, as we are still working on getting it in shape. So, for now, I’m going to move the cats down to the river. Likely they will be put up in the two story houseboat, next to our boat, for now. We plan to fix that up and use it for overflow space in any case. They will be comfortable there. And I will be staying, for now, at Lon’s place in town. I’m already spending about four nights a week there, so that won’t be anything new. I’m hoping to finish the move by the first part of May, when I have a three day weekend to work on this.

I don’t have any sadness over this, other than I will miss my church friends. The dream I had up there has gone and any good feelings vanished with our “friend’s” decision to screw me out of the down payment I put in on the place. I am considering legal action against him. I’m tired of dealing with the snow and cold alone. I’m ready to move towards a new life. But I am leaving Jeffrey’s ashes behind, down by the beaver pond. I don’t think he would want to accompany me into town. And this will be a place I can come back and visit later on. Today is the six month anniversary of his death. My old life truly died with him. I have to go forward with my new life. The blessing is that I have a new partner that truly understands what it is like to lose your spouse. We are both amazed at our good fortune and happiness. We still talk about Jeffrey and his wife every day. Yet we are both truly happy to have met. I guess life sometimes works out that way.