Dear Will --
So much up and down since I came back. I lost my tablet the same day I noticed I'd been mischarged $2280 by a New York Hotel. Fortunately, I had an email that proved I had cancelled and sicced my Chase Bank on them and had my money back in a couple of days. The tablet, I fear, is gone. And last Tuesday instead of working so much on my triggers I just had a grief tsunami in Sarah's office. And then yesteerday at the 8 o'clock St. Francis service there was a lovely canticle for our Prayers of the People section that had this:
And I thought of how you were far more interested in crossing the Rainbow Bridge to meet June Juhmpa and Birdy than Jesus, and I told Pastor Elizabeth that after the service. I miss Birdy and sometimes call Sequel by her name. I thought of how I watched the spirit leave Rafferty's body as I held her while trying to give her water from a dropper. I thought about how I touched your hard, cold dead face before you went into the ground. And right now remembering your last die I hope my death is more peaceful than yours. But you are peaceful now.
I know now I'm moving but I can't decide between buying a house in Eugene and returning to work with VST. If the latter, rather than selling the house I'd pack up my stuff and rent it out
I need to think of my "family," at this point - two dogs and a cat. I COULD abandon the cat or try and rehome her because she's not all that much of a companion (she's no Rafferty) but my conscious won't let me so if I go to Canada I'd have to find a pretty run down rental that allowed both dogs and cats. Whereas buying a house I don't need to think about permissions.
So I'm praying on this. Whatever I choose to do, I'm now looking around at everything as temporary. Of course, considering that every second of the day we're closer to death, everything is.
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