Strangeville

And this is life...

We never made it past the first night...park ranger stopped by telling us to call home. And everything went from a normal trip to dealing with the things you don't want to. We drove to upstate NY...met with the State Trooper, did an initial sweep of the house looking for documents, drove to Long Island, coordinated thoughts--wants and wishes.

I remember a friend telling me what it was like to deal with her mothers death...you just sort of deal--you pull yourself together, you deal with the details and then at some point in the future it hits you. Nothing has sort of hit me yet. Funeral arrangements are done. Next steps...pack everything up, talk to locksmiths and realtors, say good-bye and head back to California.

A long drive, but perhaps a long drive is needed. Open space, one direction miles and miles of asphalt...ocean to ocean...Taggart transcontinental...and a scene in the book that while aboard and in motion--one can think.

Strangeville...and this is life.