Moving House…erhm…apartments

Photo by Michal Balog on Unsplash

Well, we’ve done it again. Moved that is. And this time we had “non-professional” help. A son, his childhood friend and his pastor. Wow! What a difference. I cannot express this strongly enough. This was our smoothest move ever. Professional movers could take a cue from how “professional” these three were. There were even smiles, jokes, and hugs at the end. Thanks, Dan, Jaime, and Kevin. I am in your debt.

And for once, we felt immediately that we had made the right move … for both of us.

But there is still unpacking to do. This apartment is perhaps the smallest space we have lived in since the “baby house” on Langarth in Wortley Village.

Granted, I cannot pass the blame for my too long absence on this particular move. Or, for that matter, the previous one … just 2 years and 3 months past! Nor can I explain it away by the fact that academics held my complete attention for 18 months or so over the past 3 years.

The real reason is ennui. A fancy word for being in a state of lethargy. The lead in to the move to Leamington was so full of hope; no place could live up to it. However, the southern most tip of Canada let us down. Well, not Hillman Marsh or Point Pelee. They were havens throughout the lockdowns and anxiety of Covid19’s ominous and omnipresent threat. But all the rest that we had hoped for just did not materialize. But during that last 3 months as we pondered moving to places near and far, we realized that our mood(s) lifted. We had “owned” the disappointments. We had succumbed to the belief that it was US and not the place.

It got so bad that I could not draw, paint, or … as you will guess write. Well, I did write a wee bit for church services and those times were bright spots as fleeting as the sun’s rays breaking through on a cloudy day. Fleeting and promising. Promises that never came to fruition.

I cannot promise that I will write every day. That would be a stretch.

I can promise that this blog will take a turn toward curiosity. So the cohesiveness may falter. And that is OK. It isn’t necessary to stay on a path when one has grown out of that. I hope you will come along for the ride and explore issues and ideas that ask “What if…?” And ask that question a lot.

Be well, dear reader. And thanks for stopping by.

Photo by Jeff Suchak,