I’ve been
having a rough time with speech and seizures.
I wrote a post
for this blog the other day that I didn’t post it. It was pretty harsh.
Instead, I told Dr. S. all that I had written and that’s why she said “of
course” my symptoms are worse having put myself through this big change in my
life moving to Gabriola. Her comment, together with the ongoing semi-monthly
treatment she’s offered me beginning in the new year, have given me a
tremendous sense of relief and hope.
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Leslie gave me
a gift certificate to Lee Valley for my birthday and so I bought a hammock for
the backyard. I’m thrilled. I wouldn’t have thought of a hammock but I was
cruising the catalogue inspired by her gift and as soon as I saw it, I thought:
Yes! What an ideal asset for the summer.
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I don’t know
Juliet; she lives (and blogs) in Paris. Paris! Just imagine. She wrote to me via our mutual
friend, Beth, having been following my adventures on this blog.
Dear Juliet,
Bless your wonderful heart and soul for
sending your thoughtful and generous note to me. Your view of my transition to Pinecone Park came (almost) on my
birthday like a wonderful present. Thank you very much for your kind words (that,
for the benefit of other readers, praised me for my move at this stage of my
life).
This is definitely a “follow your dream”
experience. But instead of “eat, love, pray,” mine’s more “feed, stroke, play;”
my pets have brought such joy to Pinecone
Park.
I’m part of a generation of dreamers from
the front edge of the post-war Baby Boom — a huge cohort of people that has
never really known adversity such as war or the depression. We turned our
sights on social issues.
I think I may represent many of us who are
disappointed, after all our fighting for a better world, in the way things are
going with international environmental and social policies and retreated. These
islands are full of disenchanted people like me fleeing chaos and cacophony for
tranquil contentment.
To hear my move viewed so beautifully, to be
lauded for becoming a Pinecone Parker
has put a bounce —not a mince — in my step, Juliet. Thank you very, very much!
~ Chris
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Excitement is a
drug. Darrell’s work changes this place for the better every day. I’ll hear
today if the woodstove installation is going to delay him in the studio. If
that happens, he will do the latticework — making the area beneath my deck
puppy proof. Then, when the studio is done, he’ll move on to the sunroom.
We had the
rainiest November on record last month. Yesterday when I felt the sun’s heat on
my skin I realized how wonderfully having a sunroom will be for my mood.
It will span my
south wall in which there are two sets of double doors leading outside; one set
from my office, the other from the dining room. I wanted the two sets of doors
replicated in the new wall until yesterday; now I don’t. Feeling that sunshine
has had me re-think the design to focus on creating comfortable sitting areas
instead of focusing on access/egress.
And when the
sunroom is done there’ll be a big change. No more Darrell every day; no more change
and a lot of solitude but wonderful
new rooms in which to play.
The final
outcome of my move will happen, too. My ladies will come home.
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| I had a Puli named Bela. He look exactly like the beauty on the right. Bela was black, too, and the best friend imaginable. |
