First, an apology:
I’m sorry it’s taken so long to return to my series, my website, and to YOU, my faithful readers and friends.
It’s been a very, very busy few months since I last posted in April.
The busy-ness began with a visit from my parents, who live 850 miles away. They brought with them my best friend from childhood, an astonishing event on many levels, since there’d been some ‘bad blood’ stemming back to the early 70’s when Laura and I ran away from home (between the same two cities – 850 miles) and eventually landed ourselves in a residential girls’ home. But that’s a whole other story waiting be told in my memoirs… which will be packed, I assure you, with all kinds of strange, salacious, and absolutely true stories worth the telling (and the reading!) It was also amazing because Laura hadn’t visited me in my own home since 1974.
Anyway, the unlikely companions ended up having a fabulous two-day road trip , my father being an excellent historian/tour guide/ storyteller, my mother having 80+ years of favourite family anecdotes, and Laura being an avid and attentive listener, especially since they haven’t really talked since 1970 and all the good old stories were new to her.
I was initially worried about how to spend the first few days with all three of them, but the magic happened, and we created some funny and tasty memories together. My folks went on to visit the rest of their West Coast family, while Laura and I spent five more wonderful days talking non-stop. (We talk on the phone regularly, but we also have that insatiable kind of friendship that never runs out of mutual curiosity, and we didn’t want to waste an hour under the pretense of “sight-seeing” — though we took a lot of walks-and-talks together.)
Then the hard work began. As some of you know, Henry accepted a new ministry opportunity last year in the city of Kelowna (about four hours away), where he’s been leading a church and living in a rented room. I stayed here while our daughter finished her last year of high school. Then I started getting our house ready to put on the market so we could finally start our new life in Kelowna.
The house wasn’t in bad shape, but it’s a thirty-four-year-old ‘has been’, competing with lots of fancy-schmantzy new-builds and up-to-the-minute renos in a fast-growing community. I‘ll spare you the list of what I did and got done over the past two and a half months. Let me just say that I have never worked so hard, so long, and so doggedly in my life – and I’m a hard-core worker-bee by design. Every morning I’d roll out of bed into my painter’s clothes (which can almost stand, stir, and paint on their own by now), drink my morning tea, and work till 10 pm or midnight. My life became an endless tunnel of toil, as I cleaned, painted, packed and purged my way to the elusive light at the end of it. There were days I feared there WAS no light and no end, ever. But today the house is finally FOR SALE, realtors and prospective buyers have started coming (eight showings on the first day), and the phone keeps ringing. Hopefully we can soon hang out the glorious SOLD sign, I can rescue my husband from his lonely rented room, and we can get started on the next chapter together
We’re empty-nesters. We’re down-sizing. We can’t wait to devote ourselves to our new friends in Kelowna, the ministry, and WRITING — which is now a big part of what I want to do. Both of us have books waiting to be written.
I’m already envisioning my new writing room and the colours I want to paint our next home – yes, I’m incorrigible! Colour has a huge impact on my mood and tranquility. (My family doesn’t always get it, but some of you know exactly what I mean.) So there might be a little more ‘away’ time from the blog coming up, unless we fortuitously find a new place in all the right colours….which is possible, but not likely.
Meanwhile, I’m recommitting to my “Turn, Turn, Turn” series, which has been languishing like an old friend in an unfinished room.
But let’s not talk about unfinished rooms anymore. I’m so over that.