Time to Write

 

Possibly,... The Orchard Walk II

    "The frozen prairies thawed with the warm sun turning puddles into small glimpses of glass, the only assurance that the world would soon not look so dirty. This was to be the first spring rain. God had a way of cleaning up the grey of winter. Since moving to this faraway land life had been one uncomfortable change after another. All the idyllic ideas of a peaceful life in the country had been soundly thrashed by crime, violence, and a string of tragic events that were hard to explain in earthly terms.

    The words of a preacher rang in her ears as she thought about the loss of lives. Every loss was a change for someone, and not just small changes but very big changes indeed.

    Although no priest of white collar, confessions came anyway, to Simmy.

    The basic lesson seemed to be... anything we take from someone else, when maybe we shouldn't, causes loss to another. A illicit affair, sudden death, and then children would go through life without a father. To take what belongs to another, especially in relationship, is no small thing... especially not to God. Of this, Simmy was quite sure.

    Undoubtedly, the need to forgive touches every life."

    

Gardening

 

My sweet pea tree produced the most flowers this summer... I called it a tree because it grew into that shape.

The old with the new... 

Spending Time

 

Writing, 

quilting,

gardening,

building a wooden outdoor shelter,

contemplating renovations,

interior,

kitchen, bathroom,

wondering who might visit this year.

Here we are

 Well, it's been about a year since this trip. Neither of us had been across the seas before... it took courage, prodding, and gobs of money. The best advice I can give is to determine, in advance, where the money should come from... and, of course, pay before you go. This will ease all the tensions of travel to pave the way for pure enjoyment.

What I would change for the future...

Be a bit more prepared to spend for sightseeing admission fees. If you've never been to a country you've long been awaiting a tour of... as the two of us in the photo,

 ...budget for these possibilities. 

We've had a year to talk about what we would have wanted to see if we would have had more time there. It's a long way to travel, from here to there, so plan well.

I chose a difficult photo to guess the location we went to...

where do you think this is? 

New Everything

 ... almost. 

Truly, I was not imagining I would be doing more renovations. What have I learned about renovating? Do not invest in property without a reliable partner. 

Here's why. Unreliable partners steal. An unreliable partner will take your money, your time, your energies, your good will, your human spirit, your hope... and, if yet it could happen, a partner like this will try to take your faith as well.

Don't let that happen to you... it happened to me. Unresolved, I'm still waiting for remuneration... lots of work I did... I should get paid for it. I have receipts, of course, but I have not taken legal action... yet.

I don't enjoy fighting.

So, now my partner and I are legal and binding and there should be no more problems in the future. The room, pictured above, is a basic renovation I did... enjoying good nights' sleep now. 

Sale

 

Many items still for sale... quilts, made by El, myself, representing the story 'The Orchard Walk by El Dueck,' a novel I wrote.

If interested in items I post here, contact me at the email address of

theorchardwalkbyeldueck@gmail.com

and I will arrange to meet you when a deal has been made. Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba.

You must pick the items up, cash in hand, or send me a cheque, which must clear, before I send you the items... you must pay for any shipping costs if you wish for the items to be sent to you. 

Temporary

 How I wish there was something permanent to count on. I am making a temporary move... very difficult to make decisions when nothing has yet been decided. I suppose everyone lives one day at a time. Upheaval is the process of unexpected death.

When I was younger I found change to be easier and welcomed it and sought it out, at times. Created it as well. Now, I have found too much change to be, too much for me. Now I wish for a home, my home,... not a patch in. Hard to say if I will ever feel I have a home again. I hope to make my temporary stay as short as possible... and have been praying for a last minute rescue... a job that would be the opportunity to change the course. On a search I am.

Is it just me or has the letter 'x' become the most annoying letter of the alphabet? I think computers have created part of that annoyance. I mean, the letter 'x' used to mean close. Close that, close this, in computer language. I find that letter harsh... it seems unyielding and rigid and maybe a bully. It always seems to mean something negative. It stands for 'you got it wrong!' That pet peeve has been bothering me for a while and I chose today to write it into my daily digs. 

To the trauma of moving again... how do people do it when they get older... as I am!? What to keep? What to throw? I am looking for permanence. That's for sure.