January 7, 2011

  • A Lucid Moment

    When Greyfox called last night, he said he had news.  He starts almost every conversation that way, as if he needs a reason to call.  His news was that some people had moved out, and among the food they discarded was a frozen burrito, which he’d had for dinner.

    There was more to the story.  It was a young couple with little kids, a dog and some cats (one of the cats was 13 years old) that he’d been telling me little anecdotes about for the month or so that they had lived there.  They’d originally had difficulty scraping up their rent and security deposit, and had negotiated to move in still owing some of the deposit.

    The family had been working throughout the day, packing their vehicle, cleaning the cabin, hauling out trash, etc.  The man had tracked down Greyfox, who was (sorta loosely) keeping an eye on the office at the time, to turn in his key.  All he said was that they had been unable to come up with the money for their rent, so they were moving out.

    Greyfox had been impressed at how clean they had left the cabin.  This is generally a notable occurrence there at Felony Flats, where most tenants leave in the dead of night, often leaving behind a big mess and several months of unpaid rent.  Sometimes, they lock up the cabins and keep the keys, not telling anyone they’re going.  For someone to voluntarily move out without accruing several months’ back rent or being issued an eviction notice, is rare, indeed.

    I asked Greyfox if the man had said whether they had anyplace to go, but he hadn’t said anything about it.  I was concerned, because as far as either of us knows, there is no homeless shelter in the Valley, and even in Anchorage there’s no shelter that would allow pets.  The woman had been particularly attached to the old cat, having had it for much of her own life.

    I was quiet so long that Greyfox asked, “Are you still there?”  I stumbled over my words, trying to express my concern, my wondering what the family would do, where they might stay, the temperatures dropping from teens above to way below zero that night….

    He was quiet for a moment, then he said, “…and this was my good news, that I’d gotten a burrito tonight.”

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