We hope that the six month construction project at our little corner is coming to an end. At least that was the promise from TerraCon's letter but the boys of our summer have putzed around here with shovels and their almighty front loaders all week long doing just about nothing.
We thought they would have our streets paved by now but no soap. They parked a loader across the street, for the umpteenth week, for the weekend for us to view and went off to their lives. I must say, this job seems to never end. However, they left a sign, at our corner, and I had to smile.
In more ways than one, this message is already present in our lives as my partner finds out what it will cost to pay for health care on her own, as we try to come to grips with the empty dog bed in our living room, as the weather changes and the light becomes golden across our not so golden state, as I spend my first paycheck on Ginger's death and cremation, as life changes and we attempt to walk forward, albeit one week at a time because, there is, indeed, a bump ahead.
