But when I got the Tripit note in my email I could see why we aren’t having much conversation.
Right now she is in Calgary, booked to fly to London, then cruise to the Mediterranean, then fly to Yellowknife, then come back to London, fly from here, on to Victoria and then wait a month before flying to Australia – doing all of this before the end of August.
There is something upside down going on when I am at her house in London, and she is at my house in Calgary.
This wasn’t in the plan at all.
At this point, it feels perfectly natural.
When we are in the same room, which I am trying to say is not often, small pieces of conversation pass between us.
Like when she looked out of front room window here and said, “Come and see this Arta. Amazing, isn’t it.”
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She was looking at workmen who were lifting up a grate at the front of our house and then doing work with the wires underneath of it.
“Amazing that they don’t need to dig up the sidewalk – just lift a grate and do the work then need to that is underneath that grate.The rest of the time we walk on it.”
But the idea of looking down at the grates stayed with me.
Always my camera is pointed at the sky, or the water or the flowers.
This day it was just metal.
But if my head is ducked down, with my eyes only on the pavement, it is possible to lose track of the small arrow hidden behind huge willows that marks the way off of Holden Road and onto Dollis Valley Greenwalk.
I don’t feel afraid.
If I get lost I can just roll through the pictures for someone and say, “This is where I have been. Can you tell me how to get back.”
This is only going to work with someone else who also knows the shapes and writing on the grates in the sidewalk.