TUESDAY, OCTOBER 16
The winds were up, the clouds low and it was unusually dark in the morning. It had rained all night. We walked the loop and played on the beach with Saffi one last time.
Our nerves were on edge with all the pressure of packing and cleaning, cooking for Fiona’s return, and getting it all done in time for us to get to Clonakilty for a facial for Chloe and to get my hair dyed.
Another transition into the unknown, leaving a place and a dog we’ve come to love. Feeling the spiral of loss that goes so near the heart.
But we had a good end of the day, at my expense. My hair was a disaster, a flat, neutral (ugly) brown, and curled like a barbie doll. Chloe laughed like crazy when we got outside and my hair bounced along with me. “You look like a mom from the 1950s,” she said. Ready for the big world of cities to come…
