ongoing

We turned in the we're moving paperwork last week, which concretized a lot of my inchoate mental churning, as when mom's death certificate finally arrived. Even though we've been cleaning out the other house and moving over this and that for the past month, the lights are brighter and the focus is sharper.

I've lived in our tiny nest longer than anywhere besides the house on 11th street. It's been a character in our lives, the place I've been happiest and leaving is surreal. A startling vastness has unfolded beyond its comfortingly verdant walls, a rocketship emigration from Earth to Venus.

Which is par for this year's course.

We passed the keys to our friend Kirstie Sue, so it will be in good hands.
The feral hedges and shrubs have needed taming and she's a talented groundskeeper.