At the end of a lazy day, at the end of a long weekend, I sat down to check my email, and I was saddened to learn that two of my friends have split up. You don't know them, so I guess it's OK to use their names. Paul and Stacy were each friends of mine from High School, and they've been together for at least as long as I've been back in this part of the world - so that's five years plus. They had bought a house together up in Everett (slightly less rural than my neighborhood - good whitebread cul-de-sac middle America basketball hoop in the driveway kind of place) maybe a year before I was ready to find a house of my own.
Several months ago, our circle of friends heard that they would be selling the house and moving into Seattle - which made sense, as each of them worked in the city. Then for several months, it was rare to see either one at any sort of social gathering. And never both in the same place. Now it seems that indeed they are moving to Seattle, but to separate apartments.
It's not surprising, I suppose - I was beginning to put the pieces together, and I define cluelessness.
In a very small way, it's the end of an era. Sigh.