Red Beaver Day

Moses Silva came back with his camera. And this is what he filmed in the morning yesterday.

Did you ever have someone you loved with all your heart, maybe someone you rescued or saved after rehab, that suddenly left or disappeared without explanation, just dropped off the face of the planet and broke your heart without even saying good bye? And maybe you struggled along, trying to keep it together and finish school or whatever, but feeling this hollow place inside you all the time, as if what was most important was suddenly lost?

And then, 8 months later, this once-loved missing piece suddenly turns up. And says he was in Tibet or Africa ‘getting his head together’ but that he still loves you and realized that his life wasn’t complete without you. And part of you is like, YEAH! You’re back! And part of you is like “WTF?” And part of you is like “Why now?” Because you were just starting to get used to life without them, and maybe feel a little bit normal – or at least, a little bit numb. And now that he’s back you suddenly feel the pain of losing him and this terror that he might leave again.

I just ask because last night, Moses filmed this

Yesterday was so confusing in so many ways: Joyful and heartbreaking and exciting and wary. This morning, here I am again awake at the crack of dawn, and heading down to see whether beavers and Martinez can work it out. Whether after all this time, there is still a spark? It feels so surreal – it’s like visiting a loved one who just recovered at the coroner’s. I am nervous and filled with dread. And enormously happy.

As if yesterday wasn’t emotional enough, Mario stated working and gave us the very bad news that he has mis-measured the bridge and the square footage (thus the price) was going to be higher. We scrambled to readjust, got him to lower the price a little and figured out how to make it work. Then he primed the bridge, and our extremely talented artist Amelia Hunter sent me this;

Which completed my emotional sine wave pattern. I don’t think I can remember having a stranger day but maybe I have. I have always commented that I can’t be described as having ‘good luck’ or ‘bad luck’. My life has always had ‘Greek luck’. By which I mean, greek tragedy luck with very bad and very good news slung together in completely unbelievable ways.

And we have two beavers. At least. TWO. You’ll have to excuse me. I’ve had this song in my head all day.

UPDATE:

Heidi & Jon saw two beavers and a million mosquitoes who had obviously missed us. Also Moses in a Gilly suit who noted that these beavers seemed very skittish.  New comers? Or new behavior in the old family? We wonders…aye we wonders.