Somehow all the house sales dovetailed together and she's moving very soon, on August 5th. Already she's living out of boxes. In among my art stuff I found an old folder of yours, she told me, it's mostly anguished charcoals. Do you still want it? I didn't think she had anything of mine left. No, I said, chuck it. I asked her to send me on the cache of David Bowie photos she found among them, though. They might be valuable! She's having problems packing some of her bigger pieces. Some of the constructions have become so big that I can't find any boxes large enough, she said. So I made them special containers. Hope they survive the journey.
Other than that she's been giving away all her teaching books and materials with gay abandon. After years of being the experienced teacher who gets the difficult classes, she is very ready to retire. In retaliation, the schoolroom viral soup is taking one last swipe at her, but next week she finishes and two weeks later heads north forever.
For fresh air, seasoned liberally with midges, and maybe the odd eagle flying overhead.