The Man has left the mountain.
He’d been having a difficult time. He’d gotten sick and was still feeling the effects two weeks later. He’d been working alone at the parking lot since I’d started full-time at the mercantile on the Thursday before Memorial Day. He was still having trouble with his daily paperwork and sometimes spent a couple hours a day on it. The weekly cash out was an ordeal that took several hours. He was frustrated, tired, and discouraged, and one day he’d had enough, so he left.
He broke up with the job, but he didn’t break up with me. We still love each other, and we talk about the future.
We’re currently in different states, but that’s ok. Our bodies may be apart, but our hearts are still together.
He’s learning to cut stones to use in his wire-wrapped jewelry. I’m still working in the Mercantile, reading books, and working on this blog. I miss The Man, but overall, I’m doing well.
With the Big Boss Man’s permission, I moved out of the campground where The Man and I were living and moved to a little nook in the nearby group campground. I’m now living in the campground where I found the dead man! I could have stayed in the other campground but it seemed too awkward for me to share a site with the new camp host and his mentor/roommate. Also, I still feel responsible for that campground, and I didn’t want to have to constantly make decisions as to whether or not I should offer the new camp host suggestions or just let him run the campground as he sees fit. I thought my life would be easier if I packed up and left.
Living at the new campground puts me closer to the Mercantile, so I can save a little bit of gas each day. My campsite is surrounded by trees, and I can see a meadow from where I stay. In the past, a bear has frequented this area; after the campers left and before the garbage was picked up, he would have a trash can buffet. I’m trying hard to keep my site clean so as not to attract this bear or any others. The campground is usually empty during the week, so I expect to have a lot of quiet time.
All in all, life is still good.
Glad to hear you are doing well. Time heals all things. Have a faith and a little patience. Prayers do get answered.
Thanks, David. Whatever will be, will be.
Thank you for sharing more about what’s going on with you. I’m glad to hear you are doing well.
Yes, I’m doing well. Work is a pain in the neck, but otherwise I am well. The Man and I talk several times a week and plan to meet up in the fall.