The cold light of day

I’m taking Maggie for walk number three for two reasons. One, I am so paranoid she is going to lay another crap on the floor of the b&b I take her for a walk every time she looks at me funny. Two, after another email saying another overpriced basic house has been already been rented I need to get some air. I am hoping for the peace of mind I had this morning.

I suck in the cold air… and it makes my teeth and nostrils hurt. I round the bend… and I see what I thought was the “wide Yukon river” this morning in the pre-dawn light is actually a barren hillside in the cold light of day. A black dog stands in the middle of the road, staring at me. I stop, and without the crunching of my boots I hear the sound of trucks on the highway and challenging barks of the dog.

"Go away stranger, you don’t belong here," it barks.

Okay, so that might be a bit of an exaggeration. Except the river thing, much to my chagrin it really is a barren hillside. And there was a dog. It was wagging it’s tail though.

Today we have learned that for Richard to get work, we need an address. And to get an address we need to find a place to live, and to find a place to live we need a landlord to reply with something other than the place has already been rented to someone else. 

I know there is a happy medium between the idealistic musings of this morning and the disconsolation of this afternoon. Maybe there will be a revelation in the evening light. Fortunately for me I don’t have to wait long, evening starts at about 3pm here.