Home Again, Home Again!

Be it ever so humble, there is no place quite like it. Home.

I have returned home from a five-day mini adventure. Adventure is defined very loosely for me. A quick decision and a handful of family and friends to spend time with once I arrived, equaled the best possible time I could have hoped for.

Now? Back to my regularly scheduled life.

Little things. Wake up and MOVE. Then WRITE while drinking WATER. 

I felt like sleeping in and skipping step one and two this morning. I did move. I am writing (for what it's worth). No deep perspectives today. Simply following through on a commitment to write. It's not a lot. But it's something.

Grateful for another safe trip to and fro. No car troubles. No deer (or moose, or even a porcupine) popping out of the ditch as I made the last stretch home in the dark. 

I arrived home to a house exactly as I left it. I feel so safe in this little community where I live. I used to fret about leaving the house unattended when I lived in the city. Here? Not a bit. Lock the door and away I go. It's a lovely way to feel.

Now? It's time to create just a little bit more of a life in this home town of mine...

Out of My Comfort Zone

I did a brave thing. I acted on impulse. I carried through. It happened quickly. No time to overthink.

I had a dream last night, where I didn't overthink. I simply acted. It felt wonderful. Freeing. In the moment. Until I realized my impulses were TOO impulsive.

My dream was reflecting my reality. I should have waited a day.

Oh well.

Today is a new day. It will be good. I know this.

Fun Steps - Day 3

Spur of the moment decisions are my favorite. No time to overthink. Gather information, process that info, then decide. 

POOF!! 

Just like that, I went from an idea I was tossing around, to fully fleshed out decision. All that's left is the follow-through. All in under 24 hours.

This reminds me of a "random idea for you to think about..." message I received at 9:35 a.m. on May 28, 2021. This random idea led to the purchase of the home where I presently live. June 1st, an offer was made; we took possession June 8th.

Another time, I went to sleep with a laundry list of worries on my mind. I woke up the next morning and made a decision I was giving everyone who was affected by my decision a year's notice. One year later, I quit my job and moved into the aforementioned home.

I made the decision to pack up my little family and relocate to a new province in a very similar manner. The time was right. Once the decision was made, it was like flowing downstream in a rushing current. Everything fell right into place as if it was exactly where I was meant to be.

I could go on and on, my friend. There have been numerous other spur-of-the-moment decisions I didn't overthink. I just did. 

I have a system of back-up plans like no other. I also am surrounded by the most supportive family, friends and acquaintances. 

The only thing I'm overthinking right now is my wardrobe. I wish buying the right clothes was as easy as moving out of the province or buying a house ....

Small Steps - Day 2

It is difficult to imagine these first semi-retired days could go on forever. Mostly because one of my employers is asking how often I want to work. Once a month? Once a week? My response was I want to take two weeks off because I haven't had a two week holiday in eight years.

Rather than this feeling like it could go on forever, at the moment it simply feels like a two week holiday. I'm glad I didn't answer the question. I left the office saying I would come in when necessary. I should have added "absolutely" (absolutely necessary) to that statement. 

Onward!

I cannot spend my (two week) retirement watching TV so I have instilled a few value-added steps to my morning.

1 - Moving first thing in the morning must become my new habit. I am starting slowly. Beginning. Movement before coffee. Movement before writing. Movement in some form for some time. Build on that.

2 - Water. My water intake while working outside my home became nearly non-existent. If water intake didn't result in water output, that would have helped. Long story, short? I drank water yesterday. Water before coffee. Water after coffee. Water to sip on, like a cup of coffee. It's a start.

3 - Writing. It was short. It was (or wasn't) sweet. But I did write here yesterday. The goal is to write beyond this blog space. One step at a time.

That's it. Three basic habits. Add to that. One day at a time. 

Note to self: think some new thoughts today. Find something new to write about. Day #2 and I'm boring myself.

Beginning. Again.

Today is my first official day of unofficial retirement. Unofficial, because I still have two casual job positions. This is nothing new. The new part of the equation is I'm truly casual now. My definition: I'll work when I am truly needed to work. Perhaps only when they are desperate.

Enough about that. Looking forward, it feels like this has all the hallmarks of a new beginning. A blank slate. I can rewrite my story starting today.

I have spent the entirety of my adult life doing what had to be done, in order to raise a family, pay the bills, build security and create a home. Success on all counts.

Now what?

Polishing off and refreshing my writing skills is first on the docket. I have no idea where this keyboard will take me but I'm open to whatever unfolds from here.

This could be tedious for a while. The great Canadian novel is not brewing. In the past, writing has been therapeutic. It could get ugly. I do hope to instill some new habits - writing may keep me accountable. It could get boring. 

My hope above all else, is I rediscover the joy in life's little moments. A little of the magic I felt within my daycare days, when I saw the world through the eyes of a child. Small pleasures.

Every single thing that has happened within this life of mine has brought me to today. Today? I am beginning again.

Farewell

Jet joined our little family in June, 2015. 

"My youngest opened the door and this little black kitty immediately started loving her. Then me. He snuggled. He purred a quiet but steady little purr. And he drooled. There was no going back. "Jet" had found the family he wanted to go home with."

Jet's story is interwoven into the context of this blog in a manner that encompasses who he was to us in every way. His antics, his personality, his quirks, his neediness and intense curiosity.

When I made the move to my Little Oasis here just over a year ago, my daughter took over the care of our home and cat dependents. Two senior cats who came with a diverse and complex set of unique-to-them health challenges. 

To be loved by my daughter is to be loved without condition. She has taken these cats to the vet time, time and time again. Then some more. She did and has done everything in her power to make our cats comfortable. What medicine didn't heal, my daughter's love and devotion soothed.

Jet had a "mystery intestinal irritation" which resulted in litter box issues that preceded my move out and away from cat-responsibilities. We had investigated and tried everything. No stone was left unturned. In the end steroids bought Jet as much time as he could endure comfortably. 

Two weeks ago, the time to let him go had come.

Loss is not easy. Letting go is hard. Being held, comforted, in the presence of loved ones, consoling voices and tones in the end is the best one can hope for. 

As my daughter described Jet's last days and moments, I couldn't imagine a more loving farewell to our beloved Jet.

Jet was loved to the end and beyond. He was a good cat.

The Bald Eagle

I am settling back into life-as-I-know-it after a short weekend excursion. I drove so far out of my comfort zone I felt like I was in a different country. 

I do not enjoy roads less travelled. I like my well worn, divided highway with familiar cities and towns along the way. I like arriving into a city where I know my way around. I favor staying at AirBnB's over most every option out there (including free accommodations at a family or friend's home). 

I like what I like and most of what I like is familiarity.

This past weekend was anything but familiar. I got into an argument with Google Maps because she kept trying to change the route I had specifically chosen while I was not driving. I think she heard me because when I attempted to reroute my destination to a gas station where I could cash in my airmiles, she circled me back to my son's house and he wasn't home.

Exasperated, I gave up and asked my son if we could take my car for supper so I could fill it up and wash the bugs off before they baked onto the windshield in the heat.

I went from arguing with Google Maps to high anxiety with someone else behind the wheel of my car. I was not off to a good start.

Then came the new Techno Toilet my son purchased after the isolation valve on his original toilet failed, causing a flood in his downstairs basement suite. Repairs and restoration from the flood were a test of endurance but he didn't tell me about his newest acquisition. A toilet that does pretty much everything but brush your teeth.

I cannot express my angst over using a toilet that beeps and chirps and has a mind of its own. It came with a remote control. Enough said.

We visited until the wee hours of the morning and the next day included a leisurely trip to the mountains, a few easy hikes and meeting up with my sister-in-law for supper. Okay! This is right up my alley.

Long story, short? The next day was nothing like I envisioned. 

I was a very nervous and agitated passenger on our trek into the mountains. Mountains are not a favored destination of mine but I can endure them. The twisty, curvy mountain roads to some of our destinations were exceeding my comfort and car sickness zone. My son's definition of an easy hike is quite different than mine. I could not savor the hiking experience due to my apprehension over losing my footing resulting in a trip and fall, wrecking the only pair of pants that fit me comfortably, let alone the thought of twisting an ankle and having to walk back as far as we had trekked in.

I'm quite sure I was wearing "all of the above" on the expression on my face. All we had to do was get back to where we began. That was the goal. 

My son offered many "rest stops" along the way. I really didn't need or want to rest. I simply wanted to get back home. I was not savoring the views along the way. I was watching where my feet were stepping to avoid any trip and falls (saving the knees of my pants was my priority).

Oh, the self talk I had going on in my head. I should be embarrassed. Instead, I was just getting on a roll and it got worse before it got better. 

It was at one of these stopping points when a bald eagle flew right up to us and over our heads in a blatant "Look up and see me!!" kind of way. Even my son, who is no stranger to mountains and all he finds awe inspiring about them, was in awe. 

It was a moment to behold. 

We were on our mother-son-trek on the 8th anniversary of Mom's last day here on earth. This is not a day Mom would want to focus on but it just so happened our weekend together landed on this date in history.

The song "An Eagle When She Flies" had special meaning to Mom. We played it at her graveside. The song described the person Mom was. We have placed a connection between Mom and eagles. We spread some of Mom's ashes at Mom & Dad's old farm. The family who were last to leave, spotted two eagles soaring above the farm as a memory filled day wound to a close. 

I have never seen an eagle. Even when I went on an Alaskan cruise and bald eagles were pointed out to us in the trees. "They look like little golf balls..." I couldn't find them hidden in the scene.

But this bald eagle was blatant and obvious. It flew up and over us in a manner that said, "Look at me! I am here!"

Mom? If she had any way to say "Look up and out of your thoughts" to me, she would have.

My son was giving me a gift of a lifetime. Taking me, showing me, experiencing the wonders of  his world. And I couldn't see beyond the negative thought spiral I was in.

I have been home two days now and I can finally appreciate the weekend. I can hear Mom's voice in my head admonishing me for not seeing the experience for what it was while I was living it. 

I hear you, Mom. 

I also hear her say she is in full agreement about the driving though ...