Saturday, July 20, 2019

the final days

I’m in the house taking a respite from the brutal inferno. It’s 32C with a humidex of 46C - too hot for doing much more than watering plants and washing dog crates, both of which involve cold water. Even so, I jumped in the pool a few times to cool off.

Back in the house, I pottered around doing loads of laundry (another set of sheets and more pool towels and another load of dog towels). I’ve done some puppy proofing and set up a crate in our bedroom and another huge one in the living room.

What the heck!!!

We are going to look at an 8 month old Rhodesian Ridgeback (rr) on Wednesday and will bring her home if all goes well. I’m excited and apprehensive at the same time - I have no idea what to expect from an 8 month old dog - what will she know? Will she already have bad habits? She was held back by the breeder as a potential show dog, but unfortunately didn’t grow out of an underbite.

I’ll tell you all about her on Thursday.

Bella has been having good moments and not so good moments. It isn’t time yet as the good is still outweighing the bad. She’s enjoying going outside and is spry enough to trot around the field a bit.

I’ll re-wind just a few days to the final days of Kirsten’s visit. I drove in on Wednesday morning with the giant truck (I could barely fit between driveways in front of Mom & Dad’s). We dorked around for a bit and then went to DQ for lunch (cue sugar overload), and then a bit of shopping. Shenna helped me to pick out an eyebrow brush/filler - way beyond my knowledge of looking good ;-)

At 9:30 pm we piled into the van and struck out for downtown. The sound and light show on Parliament Hill was entertaining.

I spent the night so that I could immerse myself for the last day. We did some shopping, hit-up Tim Hortons, and then Carm stopped by so that we could drive both vehicles home, feed pets, and then return for a final supper. It was a slightly teary good-bye - but we expect that they are moving back so my tears weren’t just of sadness, but also excitement about the future.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019


We had a marvelous day yesterday! We tracked the time and noted the moment when our lips met in a kiss to seal our fate together.

Kirsten, Shawn, and the girls arrived late afternoon to spend the night. The evening air was soft and invited us onto the deck for our evening meal. We laughed and joked and I wished and wished that they will find a house here. Eventually the mosquitoes drove us inside, but we did take a trip outside before bed to find fireflies… not much luck.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
~Friedrich Nietzsche

Monday, July 15, 2019

thirty years ago

Today is our 30th wedding anniversary. It seems like years ago (it was), but it could have been yesterday. Tonight we are celebrating with Kirsten, Shawn, and the girls - we don’t need a special celebration - we don’t take our relationship for granted and celebrate often. We might not plan an expensive supper out, but we don’t need that to remind ourselves of how lucky we are. A moment here, and a moment there are all we need to keep our love alive.

We don’t need gifts as mementos, but this year will get paintings done of Kabira and Bella, not really an anniversary gift, but one that captures 13 ½ years of our lives together.

Is it possible that we were ever that young? I was only 26! Carm was 35! Oh, so much has happened to us over the years… careers, parrots, horses, building this house, bipolar, camping, travelling, being retired. I wonder what we would have thought if we could have seen the path our future would take us. What advice would we give our younger selves if given the chance now?

Looking back, I’ve no regrets and only remember the love and support. I feel blessed.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”
~Bruce Lee