I must stay conscious
Through the madness and chaos…….
“You do know that the rain never stops in Vancouver!”
It was move- in day and true to form, it bucketed down. Soggy people and boxes filled the front doorway. The movers lurched down our four flights of stairs and the piles of boxes steadily climbed towards the skylights.
“Where would you like this?”
I looked up from my pile of paper in the kitchen.
“I really don’t know! Find a space……anywhere.” I wanted to weep.
Boxes,boxes everywhere and no inch to spare….
So I call on my angels….
I lay and listened to the loud squawk of the Steller’s jay and the deep blast of the cruise ship’s horn that resonated from the harbour. My brain was still trying to process ‘all that is new’ from my unfamiliar environment. These sounds sooth the jaded unpacker’s weary muscles. I decide to lie just another 10 minutes. I can see down to the river from my uncurtained bedroom window. I jump up and open the door onto the balcony…..just a fraction. Enough to keep the cool morning air out and to let in the sounds of the bubbling stream. It is still too early for our grey heron who has regular fishing trips along our banks. He must be having a lie in too! I have begun to recognise the clicking hoop of his call and the enthusiasm of his flapping wings through the giant cedar trees.
Our resident Stella’s jay…the national bird of BC.
The ceremonial placing of my African pot that has traveled the high seas….
I won’t just conform
No matter how you shake my core……
My days disappear as I fill them with trying to create some order out of this chaos. I am making headway with the unpacking of boxes and am slowly becoming an expert at discarding unwanted clutter. Yes, I am still at it! My heart has hardened and am able to toss that favourite scarf or special ornament. This is round two of my clear out session! Hopefully the thrift shop will find a home for all these once ‘special things’ that have no place in our downsized abode. Fortunately we still have a Black Hole which runs under the house. It is slowly filling up with the camping gear, Christmas decorations and seasonal items like the skis. I hesitate to place anything there. It is dark and awful and I hate going down there! It feels like any piece of furniture or box that gets put down in the hole, is being committed to a stint in solitary confinement.
Josh on his morning fishing expedition at our river.
Victory is in my veins…..
Nature reminds me of the rhythms that surrounds me. I feed off the familiarity in the sounds of the birds and the consistency of the flow of the river. Some things don’t change.
The view across the bay from the north shore quay…with some tech assistance!
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It is close to midnight and something evil is lurking in the dark…..
It was dark in there with a narrow shaft of light filtering through the small window near the roof. There was something sinister about this area. It was dank and had nothing going for it. My house renovation had me thinking about how to maximise space and to attract light into our home in the forest. I had visions of creating a happy space down there. This would make the tedious job of laundry day a whole lot more pleasant. It was the one area that I could afford to make as ‘girlie’ as possible, as I did not envisage the Morkel men frequenting it on a regular basis!
There are holes everywhere…..
Suddenly a shrill scream rang through the house. What sounded like wooden shelving crashed onto the floor.There was shouting and then silence.
“Shine the torch this way…..”
The skull was perched up behind the broken dry wall. It caught the light and gleamed in the darkness.
“What do we have here?” said the foreman as he climbed the stairs into room. He had come to investigate the cause of the commotion.
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes…..
Another light source was found and the inspection continued. The skull was examined from all angles. The question was…..Where was the rest of the body? A fleeting glance was cast around the room and then everyone made for the door. It was unanimously decided that digging up corpses was not part of the job description.
The police arrived with their forensic team and Horace the Horrible was taken off to the lab for further tests.
You close your eyes and hope this was just imagination…..
We have been in our new house in North Vancouver for a few weeks now and I often wondered why none of our neighbours had called around to welcome us to the area. I reasoned that they were probably all busy or tied up with vacation visitors. At one stage I had thought it was the Quebec number plates on our hired car. But I can only imagine what they might now be thinking after Horace the Horrible made his appearance. What with a forensic team and the police on our doorstep, they must think their new neighbours are part of the Addams family.
I suppose that will give them something to think about…….
By the way, Horace the Horrible was an extremely good replica of the real thing.
The local fauna came to greet us….a Grey Heron perched on our deck.
A quiet moment at the bottom of the garden…..
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This rendition is by Heart at the Kennedy Centre with the original group in the audience. It was performed for the first time in 1971.
There is a lady who is sure all that glitters is gold
And she is buying a stairway to heaven…….
My legs ache as I trundle up, what feels like the 100th time, the four levels of our staircase to the road. The garden debris duly deposited, I make my way down again for the next load. The overgrown garden is getting a facelift. I tug away at strings of rampant creeper and slowly the magnificence of this garden is being revealed. There are all sorts of treasure troves beneath this blanket of green…..two earthenware pots, old garden tools and discarded lights. As I unearth each object there is an unraveling of the story behind this house.
Two earthenware pots emerge from the undergrowth….
There is a feeling I get when I look to the west…..
This wild child was designed and built in the 70’s and is a real mix of eclectic west coast charm. Plenty of light pours in from the large windows and skylights. Besides her cheerful disposition, this old rocker was due for her Botox rejuvenation. It seems that she has had 2 other owners besides us. Each adding their own taste in style with ‘creative flair.’ As a result some cohesion and updating was necessary. I can assure you…..not all of it cosmetic either! Most of the updating centres on the damp issue. The house is built on rock and where you have rock, you have water. The scourge of any home owner up near the Grouse Mountain.
The original plans of house in the forest…..
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter…….
I hear you saying……why no house inspection? The Vancouver house market is so vicious that if you request a house inspection, you lose the house. We had already looked at so many mouldy oldies and this one certainly captivated us with her forest and her stream. It was a choice we made with our eyes wide open. We had to just jump in and swim! And swim we did, with the reality of what lay ahead of us. In record time renovators were organised. Matt, you are a gem! You have taken charge with such professionalism. Each week brings progress and with that my sleep pattern improves. So far floors have been ripped up and it has revealed this lady’s checkered past. We deal with each of these transgressions in turn. A gas line will be brought down from the road for heating and cooking. Areas are being damp proofed, gutters replaced and electrics updated. But always the one to prepare for the unforeseen. I have bought myself a really fancy new bathing costume…..just in case!
‘n Ruskansie ……
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder……..
Our lease on the apartment expires this weekend, the fate of our cars unknown, we have an unfinished house and our dear hound sits in the kennels! We are joining the ranks of the homeless in Vancouver! On the bright side, we have a 70’s rocker who is dusting off her dancing shoes. She is about to emerge from her chrysalis and will be rejoicing in her new found splendour!
Her second childhood has begun……
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold……
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I almost can cannot handle it…….
It had been months of preparation and finally the truck had been packed up with all our worldly possessions. You could not squeeze another toothbrush into the back of the neatly tessellated boxes. We had managed to downsize somewhat and I felt relieved that the loot had reduced to a more manageable amount. I waved at the already familiar truck driver as he rounded the corner. He had a good 40 hours of driving ahead of him across Canada. Did I ever realise how big this place was before we got here?
Another box to add to the pile….
I have been waiting for this moment……..
The relief was tangible and I felt the stress just tumble off my shoulders. Now all that was left was to organise Josh’s travels and the 2 cars. The vehicles were fetched that evening by 2 flatbed trucks. The drivers walked around the 2 clean immaculate passengers. Even ‘they’ had been prepared for their trip to the west coast! The drivers strutted around and rubbed at the dust marks on the body work. But I knew these 2 beauties were ready and scratchless and could be winched into place. From there they would be driven into a carrier and securely tied down. Our pool table was going to be slide in alongside the cars. Another thing to tick off the ‘to do’ list!
My Highlander graciously takes up her position….
It is good to be alive round about now…..
At 5am the next morning Josh was collected. He gingerly jumped into his crate and settled down on his familiar soft blanket. He looked across at me knowingly. I assured him ‘that the trip was shorter this time round.’ The last of my packing was done. What a relief! The next few days would be spent with family and friends. It was bitter sweet to say goodbye. I suppose the reality of what you have meant to people and what they have meant to you only really hits home when you leave. I was very honoured and touched by the outpouring of emotion. I am so grateful to them for being part of my life over these last 5 years. We hope that Vancouver will be on their favourite list of vacation spots in the near future.
I think I have finally found my Hallelujah….
The call came in at the airport that the truck in which are cars were traveling had met with an accident. No one was hurt fortunately….. except the cars! In true Canadian fashion a moose had walked out across the road and the truck had swerved to avoid it. What are the chances? Oh well, they are after all, just vehicles. I will be most grateful if the second truck gets to us safely. Hopefully no moose migration is imminent over the next few days.
Somehow I fancy a little red low- slung number. On second thoughts maybe an orange one……we are after all empty nesters with no ‘real’ responsibilities!
I could get used to this……
My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world….
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We built our own house, own house
With our hands over our hearts.
Decisions are never easy to make especially when you are prone to deliberation. Buying a house is one of those big ones. It must be right up there on the scale of decision making challenges. It is not only the financial outlay that makes this a tough one, it affects the way you choose to live and it reflects your personality. Strangely enough, it one decision that we make easily within the budgetary constraints. I either like a house or not. Distance dictated that the Vancouver house was going to be an exercise in online shopping as I was still located in Toronto.
My better half had diligently found over 300 ‘suitable’ houses in the North Vancouver area. He visited many of them and even put in an offer on one. But we lost it due to an over zealous bidder. We were so disappointed! Then one day while I was searching on line, I happened to stumble across a house nestled in its very own mini forest. The added feature was that it had its very own creek too. I just knew that this was the one!
Our forest along with a tree house…
The Vancouver market is crazy and houses sell in a matter of days with multiple offers. Therefore a decision had to be made promptly. I poured over photographs and zoomed over the roof of the house courtesy of drone produced aerial footage. This magical little instrument revealed the beauty of the trees that give this property its charm and privacy. Any urban sounds are drowned out by the fast flowing Mission Creek. The decision was made…….it was the easiest online purchase I had ever made.
But in case you think this tale has the makings of a bedtime story, there are challenges to be had. The big one is access to the property. The house is positioned well below the level of the road and the only access is a rather steep and lengthy staircase.
Once the euphoric online acquisition had been made, the inevitable buyer’s remorse set in. How were we going to manoeuvre all our worldly goods down that steep staircase and into the house? I could see myself somersaulting down the staircase with a large sofa hurtling behind me!
Sleepless nights were the order of my day and afterwards I gave a couple of lofty solutions to our problem ….one being to construct a wooden bridge from the garage across to the house. I had idyllic visions of me trotting across with my shopping packets swaying next to my sides. My tree walk would both be a practical solution as well as food for my soul. This did not go down well….
So the engineers and creative brains in our household are working on it. I am keeping my somewhat lofty solutions to myself. There are many ideas being banded about and much discussion has ensued. I trust that they are bound to come up with a practical plan.
I think I will turn my attention to dreaming about how I am going to make this feel like our home
Wake up to the sun
Clouds always come undone
You give the light I need
Like water to a seed
The twins check on our shower…..
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This is what I have been waiting for……..
My car is parked surreptitiously down the side of our house in my neighbour’s driveway. Josh is next to me in his basket. He watches intently as the ‘foreign’ visitors make their way up our stairs and through the front door. He is accustomed to the ritual of ‘clearing out of the house’ each day. Private viewings seem to be the format here in Canada and Show Days are reserved for the inquisitive shoppers. Once he notices me grab hold of his bed, he rushes to the door. He is ever hopeful that this evacuation might include a walk. We sit there in the sub-zero temperatures until the viewing is complete. Each prospective buyer is sized up by myself and my canine helper. Is this the one?
I know it is going to be a good day……
I struggled to write this passage as I found the whole process of selling our beloved house emotional and difficult. Strangers were in and out of our Maison de Morkel. They quizzically sized it up from all angles and inspected every corner. But 3 weeks have passed since then and I am happy to announce that the deed is done. Our house is finally sold!
It has happened……
Canada is a huge country and to move from east to the west coast is like moving to another continent. It would have taken us 4 days to drive the distance. Instead we are going to wing our way over this vast country while the contents are being shoved into containers and onto a truck. Josh has had his very own designer wooden crate made and squeezed back into the hold on the plane too. The Groot Trek Mark 2 is about to begin.
I shuffle my slipper less toes to the kitchen……….
A house does not just shut itself up! Besides the disconnection of all the usual utilities like gas and water, there is mail to be redirected. We won’t even mention the sorting and discarding that needs to happen. Conveniently I am the only one left at home once my youngest son leaves for university. So the lot of packing and throwing out has been unanimously delegated to mom. A quick word of warning…….Don’t play the ‘Where is it?’ game with me once we get to Vancouver!
Hello, you beautiful thing……
There is some merit in the sorting frenzy as one gets to re-evaluate your worldly possessions and to say farewell to those that just don’t bring you ‘joy’ anymore. I know that might sound trite, but hear me out. I recently read The Life- Changing Magic of Tidying Up. According to the author on the New York best seller’s list, Marie Kondo, “If it does not bring joy……chuck it!” This book could not have arrived at a more timely moment when all our household goods were about to be scrutinised, categorised and some eliminated. You begin to realise how little you really need.
My thoughts are all I have so I try to make them brave……
In my mind’s eye I can see myself with my head buried deep in a cupboard looking for the elusive joyless item!
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