She’s up again

Well this past month has certainly been interesting, my blog (still on WordPress) but moved was down for two whole days which drove me crazy since I was told to wait and see if the database would figure itself out. Well it didn’t, but after a quick, okay not so quick phone call by the eldest, the database was once again pointed in the correct direction, magically bringing everything back to the way it was.

About a month ago, after days of nagging pleasant conjoling and flattery, I was able to convince my husband that moving from our house to the country would be a good idea. Now we have lived in our present house for almost twenty-four years, and for these twenty-four years Matt has had the luxury of being able to walk back and forth to work. Now granted it is not always an easy walk since it requires him to go up and down the escarpment, taking him approximately twenty to thirty minutes depending on the weather. He is not a Postman, but like a Postman, he is not stopped by rain, sleet, or snow. In all of his years of walking, he has maybe taken the bus twice, he has ridden his bike, but then takes a different route extending the commute to an hour (yes, he does that for fun).

The worst part of deciding to move was, of course telling our adult children. Our eldest doesn’t have an issue since she herself moved out over a year ago, though it wasn’t until last weekend that she finally took her life-size giraffe to her house.
Our daughter's stuffed giraffe
Middle child was also fine with the move, stating our home would be wherever we were, but she also said that I was unconsciously telling her it was time to move out herself, (I emailed her a picture of her belongings being stored in boxes).


Now granted middle child is currently living in Seoul, South Korea for a year, while mom and dad are suppose to keep her bedroom the way she left it. Oops!

Next was to discuss the move with our youngest, who is currently away studying at university. Each time I brought up the idea of mom and dad moving, well the conversation did not go as one would hope. Thankfully, on her own doing the eldest was able to explain to her brother why mom and dad have decided to move. Thus we can now discuss the idea with him, though he has told us, he will not live in the country. Either way, we will still buy a house, with a bedroom for him, and a bedroom for middle child, who one day will come back to Canada.

So with a move on the horizon, Matt now spends his time painting and repairing whatever is on the list I have written so we can put the house up for sale. I spend my time packing our lives into boxes, making my husband’s to-do list longer, and looking for a new house in the country so I may have chickens, and a goat down the road.

Trying something new

On the advice of my friend Suzanne, I’m tried something new today.  What did I do different? First I took my rarely used bicycle out of the shed, secured my helmet, and rode off to the local mall. Well I actually had to turn around at the corner and go back home, the back tire was deflated. Unlock gate, unlock house, route in jar of numerous keys for shed key, find key ring with numerous keys – forcing me to try one of many again to unlock shed, find tire pump, pump like mad woman so nozzle can fall off tire thingamajig numerous times, finally re-inflate tire, return pump to shed, lock shed, return keys to house, lock house, lock gate, ride off into sunset to mall.

Finally on my way, I debate riding on the sidewalk (which is illegal) vs the road. Decide on the road, only to almost get taken out by driver who obviously hates bike riders. After my near death experience I arrived at the mall. I go to the Bulk Barn to buy some steel-cut oats (one has to stay regular healthy), and dog treats. Eventually I grab a coffee and breakfast so I can sit down and write. In truth, I went to the mall for the sole intention of writing. It seems sitting at my computer lately just draws blanks.

These past three weeks have been a whirlwind of activity at our house with Suzanne visiting. I have played the tourist with her, as we toured the RGB (Royal Botanical Gardens), The Hamilton Farmer’s Market, Cootes Paradise, Lindsay Ontario, Aylmer Ontario, Port Dover Ontario, and Niagara Falls Ontario. On bad chronic pain days for me, Suzanne went out on her own walking – and boy can that woman walk, 14 kilometres one day alone! (Note: Suzanne came over quite aware, that there would be days, she would have to go it alone while I rested). Middle child graciously did fill in for me a number of times, taking Suzanne to the mall, and for a walk at Albion Falls.

The visit to Aylmer and Port Dover (where our grandmother used to live) was on the invitation of my sister, who was interested in checking out some handmade Mennonite dining room tables. Afterwards, she thought it would be nice to have lunch on the beach in Port Dover. So on a very raining Saturday, my sister drove into town to pick us up. With umbrella’s on hand (I borrowed my husband one and only, supposedly favourite umbrella, which was later turned inside out, and left broken by an extremely strong wind gust, that amazingly left me unscathed (did he ask me that – Nooo!)) Anyways, the furniture was gorgeous, though nothing was purchased, except of course slippers by me, that middle child keeps trying to steal (payback for hubby’s umbrella?)

It seemed the rain was not going to let up, nevertheless it did not put a damper on our lunch, the scene reminded my Wales-born friend of home.

Picture of the rain hitting the restaurant window.
Before you ask, I have no idea why the restaurant decided to plant palm trees on the beach.

I’ve been sleeping around

2nd floor new additionAround eight years ago, we gave our children a choice “Would you like an inground pool” or “Would you prefer your own bedroom?” They chose the second option, their own bedrooms, thus the addition to our house began. When we first moved into our house, twenty-one years ago, it was a tiny two bedroom house which worked for two years, then I became pregnant with our third child. So Matt and I moved our bedroom to the basement. The girls shared a room upstairs, and our newborn son was given his own room.

For thirteen years, hubby and I slept in the basement. Our basement was crudely made into five different rooms but generally unfinished. The room we chose for our bedroom was large but did not have a door, and we went without a door for years, until we put up a curtain. Oh yeah! Hubby liked our bedroom because it was cold in the basement, and when he had to sleep during the day (after working a night-shift), he found it quite easy. I didn’t mind the basement either, I could still hear the kids when they got out of bed, because the floors squeaked a lot.

By adding a second floor to our house, we gained four new bedrooms, one large bathroom and a wall was knocked down on the first floor making the entire back of the house my kitchen. I lost my first floor linen/pantry/closet because that is where the stairs went. While the addition was being constructed, we continued to live in the house so we were able to monitor all the work. The disadvantage was the noise, the dust, and most of all, was us continually adding new things, like lets replace all the hardwood on the main floor. (A few years later, hubby knocked down the wall separating the last remaining bedroom and the living room, thus doubling the size of the living room).

Well eight years later and our bedroom is finally being painted but only because our waterbed sprung a leak! With the bed emptied, moving it was easy, so the eldest volunteered to paint the room for us, but of course this meant hubby and I would not have anywhere to sleep. He is pretty much sleeping on the futon in the basement, with a quilt hung across the door for some privacy, me, well, I’ve been on the couch in the living room, the spare couch in the basement, and in our daughter’s bed on the weekend. So I’ve been sleeping around and getting pretty tired of it. Hopefully the room will be finished soon, and we can refill the waterbed now that it is patched.

Note: The waterbed leaked only because an old patch had come off. This patch was located on the side of the bed where of course, I tuck  (please refer to last paragraph of 1600 kilometres and karma) in the sheet.