All Ours Now

We took possession of the little house this past weekend. My thoughts on it: love it; disgustingly dirty; hate the colours; smelly; tiny; quiet; lovely neighbourhood; perfect (or will be). The place needs a LOT of work. It took hours and hours of my time just getting the water turned on and the lavatory facility working and clean enough to be used; any detail here would be way to much. The house had been vacant for over a year. Everything is in poor repair and very, very dirty. Terra and Lares were the kind of children every parent dreams of having near on moving day. They helped us tirelessly from the time I arrived, until Attila and I were ready to head home to our wild country house. We all worked non-stop for two days. Terra and Lares tackled every job that came up, balking at nothing, no matter how disgusting. Terra worked a night shift while we were there, and still she kept on going, helping us get established. I drove to the new little house by myself on Friday, a long trip. Not having driven such a long trip, in such a long time, I was nervous of … Continue reading

Last Minute

Lots going on over the last few days, all of it still up in the air! A few glitches with the little house, all resolved in a frenzy of telephone calls and persistent pressure on the people who needed to fulfill their obligations by predetermined deadlines. All sorted, at least as far as I know; by this evening I’ll know if I managed to cover all the bases. A few nibbles on the job front, but they all seem to have led nowhere. Still, applications are sent out daily. The young people in our family are doing well finding work. Terra is enjoying her new job and has been offered a decent number of hours. My nieces are working at part-time and summer jobs and are offered a lot of hours (compared to the hours I have been offered), sometimes too many as far as they are concerned. The freshly painted living space in the house is wonderful. It is so much brighter, more cheerful. The days have been sunny and mild for the last little while, so that the open windows admit fragrant breezes and bird song during the quiet morning hours. The neighbourhood is busy these days. The … Continue reading

Contact

This morning I found myself distressed by a lack of response from persons whom I’ve recently asked for assistance.  It is not the possibility of being let down that distresses me, not in the least.  I have a lot of respect for the word no; with the word no you know where you stand.  What I find difficult to bear is the silence, the looming reality that the relevance of one’s being will be eschewed, the real possibility that the request will not be acknowledged at all. After cycling through a lot of old negative feelings, I finally emerged on the other side, worn and weary but ready to proceed with my day.  And a beautiful day it is. Attila has removed all the window treatments in order to paint the frames.  The view is panoramic and beautiful, constantly moving in the breeze. The room is now painted and now that the new colour covers all the walls I can see that it was an excellent choice.  As soon as Attila re-installs the window treatments, I will move our belongings around until they are arranged to our liking. We are now preparing to focus on the little house, the new … Continue reading

Blowin in the Wind

Change, once initiated, has a way of taking on its own momentum. There is still too much “waiting” and “patience” involved for my liking, in this process of change we have embarked upon. Still, each and every day some new twist of circumstance flies across our horizon. This is not a dull phase of our lives. Attila is tackling the last wall of the paint job. This last wall has lots of challenges, heavy furniture to be moved, my desk and work area to be dismantled and moved, drapery tracks to remove, peeling paint to scrape and lots and lots of windows to tape in preparation for painting. I am not very useful with any of this activity. My small contribution is moving small items to safety, dismantling my work area and moving my computer equipment; which is now setup temporarily on a kitchen cart.  In the photo you can see the two paint colours on the wall in the background, the dark green on the left and the cream on the right. The weather is mercifully cooler and a lot less humid. This is a real bonus, as we can keep the house wide open to ventilate as Attila … Continue reading

The Fool

I’ve lived many lives in my time here on earth.  It has not made me wise.  My passions still run strong and wild.  I still live in a universe where anything is possible; despite my bouts of deep cynicism, passion for life and learning well up from deep within me, instantaneously and unbidden.  I fear I am a fool. I’m not very afraid of being a fool though, not afraid enough to quell my passions or my imagination. It is difficult to marry the fool and the counsel in me.  It is a life’s work to do so. Attila and I continue to prepare for the unknown. Attila paints, I type on the keyboard.  Nothing is visibly changing in our world at the moment, although the next few weeks will be eventful on a small scale.  We have purchased a little home near a city in Ontario.  It is in very, very poor condition.  It is in a very pleasant neighbourhood.  It will be a real “project”. If Attila and/or I find work in that city, we will relocate and move to our little house.  If we don’t find work we shall remain in the wild, as here Attila has … Continue reading