Well, we have left our town of 30 years for another. Sold one house, bought another, and moved, all in the same day, combined with a last minute screw up at the bank. Stressed are us. Add to that two petrified pets who I thought were going to take a long walk off a short pier. One spent last night and all day today underneath blankets on Mommy’s bed. Didn’t come out to eat, drink, or pee (as far as we know).
We are officially in Ontario’s “snow belt”, and it lived up to its name yesterday. But, the view is nice, the house is cozy, and we have a built in caregiver in the person of our daughter, who went together with us on the house. They say familiarity breeds contempt, but I hope it will not be true in our case. We hired movers for the first time in our lives. I’m a little embarrassed to say that we had minimal furniture, but somewhere short of 300 boxes and totes. When the crew was finished, their boss jokingly said to me “you should call Hoarders Anonymous”.
It will be beautiful here in the spring, what with the pretty trees and gardens, and the ravine of Bear’s Creek just below our backyard. Right now, the work of unpacking and of clearing snow has just begun. The morning coffee will taste so good.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.