I am sitting, admiring the tree outside my kitchen, watching the squirrels coming for the pieces of apple I put out for them, which I am not supposed to do in Toronto, because some NDP person decided she didn't like people feeding birds. I have never seen her smile. Spending time in nature is very therapeutic. When I have breakfast, I enjoy watching my squirrels having theirs and we just chill as we enjoy admiring each other. I used to feed them peanuts which the blue jays enjoyed but I had a neighbour complain that shells were going onto his property so I switched to apples. I have had only one complaint that there are too many squirrels around. I believe I have six. There is a hawk who sweeps down looking to feed on my little creatures. I was recently asked if I will miss my home here. I had to think for 10 seconds because I haven't been asked that question. I am usually told that I shouldn't move to Niagara and why. I replied that no, I would not miss the house but I would miss my backyard and the people. Of course Niagara Falls is not far from Toronto so I am sure I won't be missing many at all. It has gotten to a point where everyone wants to visit me there and that is ok. None of the houses I looked at had a yard remotely like mine. However, my back yard was vacant of all the trees and roses that have been planted and I can have that done again. It would probably be wiser to buy a condo but there isn't any near the falls. There was one condo available that had a back deck, facing nature, had two bedrooms and an office - just perfect. It also had a pool, sauna and gym - perfecto. But, it is now off the market and it was on the edge of town. I believe they are renting it out. They advertized at the time, they had a bus - whatever that is supposed to mean.
I should be able to sell my home because I do live in a coveted spot. One neighbour came to visit indicating she was surprised I was selling. No one should be surprised because I have always said that when my pets die I would. I never would have put my pets through this ordeal of instability. I loved them and placed them first. They had a long and happy life and when I had to make the decision to have them put down, regardless of how painful, I put them first again and was with them til the end. My neighbour reminded me that I live in a beautiful neighbourhood and I agreed. My mom used to love walking along this street.
The intent of my agent was to cause a bidding war and the house to be sold in a week. Ooops didn't happen. Trump got blamed. Bad boy Trumpie. He has been the popular topic since his election. I was having a discussion with my sibling about him and I remarked that if I had the opportunity to save his life if something was happening to him, I probably would. My sibling agreed. Initially, speaking for myself, I thought it simply as my military training to protect. However, my sibling never had the same training, but our mother was a champion to those needing help if she came across bullies. She would be selfless. I guess we have that in us. I had planned on moving to Niagara and wearing "Canada is not for sale", at some coffee outside bar and see what happens as an experiment, Sibling informed me that they are turning people away they think are problematic. I can see that so I shall just wear Canada and perhaps move up to not being for sale, when customs realize I am a good girl. I have also been thinking of retiring. It is getting complicated trying to maneuver all this and be readily available. My accountant told me I spend too much money on associations etc.......He suggested that I retire, unless I want to stimulate my brain. What? Another suggested a sabatical. I don't mind suggestions. I realize I have always been a workaholic placing that ahead of most things. Spending time with my family was wonderful. No, I can never live in the country. I loved spending time with my great niece. She is five years old and so bright with loads of empathy. She would gather everyone around the table so we could all draw pictures which I hated. She was there to encourage me that my work was very nice (which it wasn't). She was the best at five years of age and I told her that she should take art classes. "Would that challenge me?" She asked inquisitively. "Yes!" I responded. She was sold, Imagine a five year old child asking if art would challenge her. She spared me having to participate in further art performances. She is very much loved. People with children in your care remember that the first five years are so important in their lives. Love them. Provide them with routine and safety. Don't put them down. Be kind. Learn how to be good parents if you don't know how and I say that because many people who are parents don't know how to parent and it is such an important job - Helping a young person be the best that she or he can be and how to be kind to others. Demonstrate it yourself so others can learn. That is all the thoughts for the week. Have a good weekend world. Take a step back and remember that you are the author of yourselves. What do you think?
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