Nearly two years ago, Vera dropped a bomb on my poor, fragile, delicate physical disposition:"Stu has accepted a temporary project in San Diego," she said, "and we'll be there for a couple of years."
If you're new around here, or if it's been a while, please, lets us get current on the Who of Vera and Stu. Vera and Stu started out as neighbors, then somehow wiggled their way into being the best friends ever. I sorted through the Vera 'n Stu mentionings on this here blog, with the hopes of directing you to a featurette or two, but holy darn, there are just too many! I love them that much.
I knicked Vera with that name after a Pink Floyd tune (Vera! What has become of you!) and Stu is short for Stu Pidasso (say it out loud – I didn't give him that name and don't directly recall its origin). Vera had a birthday in 2011 and received a tribute. Stu had a birthday a few days later and also received a tribute. That would be a good place to start.
Nearly two years ago, Vera dropped that moving-to-Sandy-Ego bomb, packed up her stuff and left. They said it was temporary, and that they'd be back – that they'd be back to brighten and entertain the hood again. They said they were keeping the house and they'd be back. They loved the hood and said they'd be back.
Did I mention they said they'd be back?
The day they left was one of the saddest days ever. I cried when I hugged them. I cried when I got home and I've cried several times since. But why all this crying? It's only temporary. They said they'd be back. What's the big deal?
The big deal is this: I knew they wouldn't be back. Don't ask me how I knew this. I'm also pretty sure I wasn't being my normal pessimistic self. The Universe looked me square in the face and said "They aren't coming back."
So Vera and Stu showed up this weekend. "Wow!" said I, "I didn't know you'd be here. Did you tell me and I spaced it?" She replied with an "I don't think I told you" and asked if we'd be around. I said sure, wander down.
She wandered down, looked me in the face, just like the Universe looked me in the face, and said, "I have some news..." Stu has a project in Hawaii. It will last three years. They will sell the house. They will retire somewhere warm. (News flash! Utah ain't warm, so they aren't retiring here!)
I'm so happy for them. Many people – myself included – yearn 'n burn for the chance to work abroad, to see some new sights and experience a fresh culture. It's a great way to work a bunch and retire in style. I'm truly happy for them. I'm super sad for me, though. Super sad.
I have an invitation to visit – and most certainly will – but there will be no sitting on the porch with Vera on a whim.