The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 137
Seemed useless to think about all the odd little connections, the subtle, chaotic ways things bounced off each other in the field of time. Yet it was impossible to ignore the idea that some twisted, complex karmic debt was finally paid off, that a less radical version of the freedom I sought, won.
And that Melissa had, in fact, saved my cat’s lives. Maybe even my own.
Before Laura left that day I mentioned the 22’ trailer outside, Sybil’s trailer. “Oh, listen, just one last thing, the trailer out there? And please, feel free to say no…”
Laura: (Intuiting my desire, chirping harmoniously) Then I’ll just say no.
Me: Fantastic. Thank you.
So I emailed Sybil: I’m moving. You’ll need to find a new home for your trailer by August 3.
No response. Not immediately. When she did write back a week later it was to accuse me of being a bad human being, an animal murderer, planet killer, etc..
Me: Yeah, not the issue. The issue is that you move your trailer by August 3. If you don’t, the property owner will likely have it towed, impounded.
Next I emailed Suzy, (said property owner), my official 30 day notice, passing along Sybil’s email address, just in case, and asking that she please apply my security deposit to my last month’s rent.
“Not a problem,” she wrote back, then changed her mind the next day.
“Too late,” I responded.
“OK,” said Suzy, like she had a choice.
Such a beautiful, blissful, forever wished for feeling, this moment, this synthesis of defiance and detachment.