Moving is busy business. Half of the time, I’m spread so
thin that I can’t construct a fully functional sentence. The other half, I go
full Jekyll. I accomplish a lot, but there’s this creepy, uncontrollable
laughter involved. That’s why it’s been a hot second since I’ve posted on this
blog. I try to save the Jekyll times for actual packing (HAHAHA), apartment
hunting (accomplished!), job hunting (leads!), and answering messages and
questions and summons.
Work on the novel is happening, though, along with a few
side projects, and practice on the uke, and the rest of the time…I’m at Dayjob.
After six and a half years, I’m please to say I have only six days left to
serve at the bakery J
The day I actually put Missoula in my rear window is a touch further than that.
But we’re getting there!
So that’s what I’ve been up to. Now, story time.
Wifey, Wfums and I drove to the wonderful historic town
where Wifey’s wonderful parents live. We were floored by the Irish music
festival, ate memory-bedazzling food, and enjoyed being out of our current town
for a while. I adore Wifey’s family—they are all sweetness and no bullshit and
just gah I love them.
While we were there, we marched up the hill to observe a
memorial to the victims of a terrible mine fire. On the way up, I summoned my
former life experience as a raccoon to capture a meaty grasshopper for Wifums.
The grasshopper—dubbed Lady Teddington BeauRegard by Wifums—was unharmed, and
was pleased to ride on my friend’s fnger for a considerable distance. Until we
started eying a bigger grasshopper. Then, Lady Teddington BeauRegard bid us
farewell.
The memorial was beautiful, and sobering. There are records,
final words and parting letters from the victims. Most of them bid farewell to
their families, asking them to be safe and happy.
The memorial took care to display the nationalities of the
miners—they came from all the hemispheres and all of the backgrounds. They were
just men in a new world, doing their Dayjob.
If you’re ever in the Montana area and you come across a
memorial or a museum of any sort, do take the time to step out, hike up, do
whatever you must to check it out. I promise it will be worth your time, even
if it’s just five minutes and a stroll.
I hope my new lands have a similar situation!
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