Thanksgiving Lennoxville Quebec 2016

The young man was unable to return home for Thanksgiving this year, so we made the trip to Lennoxville, Quebec. Here is just a sample of some of the photographs my husband captured each morning while walking our dogs – Bear and Cocoa.

autumn red trees
Autumn red trees around the block from where the young man lives.
Morning sunrise
Morning sunrise – unfiltered
Sunrise over the river
Sunrise over the river
Sunrise
Sunrise Lennoxville

Sunrise

Grey skies, autumn trees
Grey skies, autumn trees
Cocoa going for a morning swim in the river
Cocoa going for a morning swim in the river
Bear spots a deer in the distance
Bear spots a deer in the distance

Feeling so ever lost

My husband turned 54 this past Saturday, we are now the same age, and will be until April when I will turn 55. At the beginning of the month we returned the young man to university, he may be home in the spring, but there is also a good chance he will not be. The eldest lives an hour away from us, and well middle child is in a whole different country, Seoul, South Korea. At home one hundred percent of the time are the dogs and I. It is very quiet.

I spend a good deal of my time looking for a house in the country that doesn’t have a perfectly mowed lawn, but trees, lots of trees, maybe a pond, bushes, and wild flowers. I no longer enjoy the city, it’s far too noisy for me, I no longer have children that I am transporting here and there. I take the dogs to the dog park, or if my husband isn’t working we take them to one of the trails nearby.

Houses in the country though, are, it seems very expensive, unless we move further west but then the commute for my husband would be well over an hour, too much for a guy who has walked to work for the past twenty odd years. So I look for houses in some of the much smaller towns that aren’t too far away. Simcoe, has some lovely ones, the commute would be an hour or less, he can do that so I tell him.

I’m looking to revitalize our life, change it. Ultimately I would like to move up north or somewhere around Picton, or to the eastern townships of Quebec. ┬áTo move to any of those places my husband would have to retire, or start a new job. Retirement can’t happen for a few years, and starting a new job when you receive six weeks vacation right now, doesn’t sound all that appealing to my husband.

Right now would be a good time to sell our house, a house we have made into a home for the last twenty-three and half years. Middle child was two months old when we moved here. There have been a lot of changes, and I do love my house, but it is too big for us now. Even if the young man returns home for the summer, the house is still too big.

As I continue to walk up the hill of life, I’m feeling so ever lost. Bear is leading me, but he has no idea where he is going, until I tell him right or left, and I don’t really know which way.

Bear, middle child's dog helps me walk up the hill

Parents stymied by childproof locks

About two weeks ago I took our van into the shop to have the driver’s door replaced, the wind had taken it twice in the past few months, breaking the hinges. Every time I drove the van and opened the door I was honestly afraid it would fall off, and with all our trips back and forth to Quebec, having the door fall off would not be a good thing. So into the shop it went for three days.

A few days after I picked up the van, I noticed that the sliding door on the driver’s side was starting to act a bit funky, sometimes it would open, sometimes not. We didn’t have time to take it back to the shop, because we were off on one of our whirlwind trips to Quebec and back. On the drive to Lennoxville, we had the teenage boy and our beagle Cocoa sitting in the middle of the van. At this time the teenage boy also noticed that the door was being funky; there were a few times that he was able to open the door, then no matter how much he pulled, it would not slide open. I was pretty sure he was going to break it, so as inconvenient as it was for him, I yelled requested he use the passenger side sliding door.

On the way back from Quebec, the door continued to be a problem for us, so as soon as we arrived home, I phoned the autobody shop and explained the funky door (yes, I did say funky, a word I’m sure mechanics just love! I took the van in and went home to await the verdict on the door, believing it was most likely the electronics that were the issue since they had been transferred from the old driver’s door to the new one. Well wasn’t I in for a surprise when the autobody shop phoned me! Apparently someone had turned on the childproof lock on the sliding door stopping it from opening. Now my youngest is 19 years old, so I have no reason whatsoever to use the childproof lock. I went and picked up the van feeling exceptionally embarrassed, thankfully the mechanic was very understanding, stating that I was not the first person to make this mistake and would not be the last.

Picture of the childproof lock on our van door