Maggie in motion

Today was my first day of mucking out the garage.  It’s something Maggie had wanted us to do for years.  But I always found something better to do.  So I put off the task.  Life is a strange duck.  Maggie’s passing made doing something about the mess in the garage an imperative. And over the course of today’s efforts — in fact at Shoshone County’s transfer station, as I was dumping stuff — I chanced upon this photo of her.  I’d never seen it before.  If the boy is Caleb, then he must be about four, which would make the picture’s date about 1975.  That, in turn, would make Maggie about 30, plus or minus a year.  I like that she is in motion.  She looks imbued with purpose.  That was our Maggie:  imbued with purpose.