I have to say, this spring was really difficult. Mostly self inflicted work stuff, but then we added on selling the old house, and living through the end of democracy in our country, and it just got to be A LOT. March and April were just a blur, one thing into the next, and I found myself just barely getting by, going from on thing into the next, eat/sleep/work/read the same book series over and over, check things off, worky work, at one point I had a stack of checks on my desk but no energy or time to deposit them into my bank–I said to Louie, I’m too busy working to even put the money in the bank! He laughed and just headed over the old house to get it ready to sell.
We finally got the old house ready for the market, we put it on the market as in, we sold it in two days, we cleared it out, Louie did a lot of work on it for an as is sale, and we finally sold it…it was a lot harder that we thought it would be but it was exactly as hard as we thought it would be all at the same time. This all happened at the same time as the semester was coming to an end, while Louie was at an overseas conference, during Holy week while I was playing so many services, running from place to place, while men were being sent to El Salvador for having brown skin in the United States.
My Uncle Ed died. He had cancer. I was glad we got to visit him last year. He was always a wonderful force of nature, full of energy, full of ideas, full of good and positivity and can do attitude. I have many memories of him over the years–he was my mom’s older brother and he was always full of energy and ideas, never one to just sit still and let somebody else take charge. I know as he got older he slowed down and changed, but I didn’t live close enough to really see that change, so my memories stay with younger Ed, and I suppose I am younger Hannah in my memories as well. It is hard to grow old, yet harder still not to.
This week has been a lot easier though. Teaching is winding down and we are getting ready for a vacation: an Alaskan Cruise! I am super excited, yet worried about the packing. I will be excited once we are there. I am not looking forward to the travel and a little worried about the predicted rain, but looking forward to the scenery, the adventure, and the not working. We may just stay in Canada…we cruise out of Vancouver to Alaska. If you don’t see me again, we have declared asylum in Canada.