Comes In Waves

I can’t stand my own company in the quiet house so Zeke gets a late dusk walk.  I figure I’ll at least change the air in my lungs for a bit, if not the company.

As I walk away from my house, the sounds get quieter (blasted highway can be particularly loud when the air is as dense as it is tonight) and all I hear are my footsteps, Zeke’s panting (as if it’s 35ºC and not the 19ºC it really is ~ which proves just how humid it is!) and the occasional birdsong (the rain song, Mick used to call it).  I’m not sure I would call it the rain song as it comes in spurts, as if even the birds can’t decide if the predicted thunderstorms are coming or not!  If they do, it will be once I’m snug as a bug in my bed!

I breathe in the mixtures of scents:  the wonderful lilacs, the freshly mown grass and, what’s that?  Oh THAT! That stinky tree with the white flowers (I know not what it is but I used to have one ~ ugh!) that smells like a cross between skunk and bad fish and just plain yuck!  OK, OK, I Googled it:  It’s the Pyrus Calleryana or the Callery Pear tree.  You don’t need to see ’em to smell ’em!  Don’t be fooled by the pretty white flowers – they’re not but a ruse for you to buy them!

 

Anyway, stinky trees aside, when it is quiet like this, my brain goes into full hamster-wheel mode (think the Mel Gibson when he first gets zapped and can hear all the women’s thoughts in the movie “What Women Want”)!

There is no order to my thoughts.  They go from one subject to another and have no rhyme nor reason.

I think of my morning and how, after showing the trailer to yet another potential buyer, I empty a few more items from it and get all emotional once again.  Camping is over so it needs to go. (The proceeds of the sale are going into the “take the boys to an all-inclusive-trip-fund, however.)  There are many memories tied to that white box and I just ache from the loss.  As I’m sitting in my blessedly quiet back-yard (the neighbours are out!), feeling sad, I get a “ping!” from Messenger and there is my sister saying aloha from Hawaii!  Their flight was fabulous, though long, and they were getting ready to leave for their cruise.  So far, so good; the two couples are getting along famously (both are celebrating 25 years of marriage).  This brings me joy.  Because I’m feeling this way, I grab my camera and take pictures of my bleeding hearts, smoke bush and rhubarb.  This brings me more joy.  I don’t usually stay in the sadness for too long…

Then my thoughts go to the house and the immense job I have ahead of me to sort out what to keep, what to sell, what to throw away and when to actually do all this.  I know, I know, start with something, anything and just take it one thing at a time.  I get all emotional, looking at all THIS and think of our plans that are now nought and sadness comes again, followed by anger (how dare he leave me to deal with all this by myself!), followed by overwhelm.  Then I think of the Mary Kay business I signed on for and wonder what the hell was I thinking with all this other stuff going on?  Do I really need the added work? But I get a phone call from a client who found me on my MK website that I had created just two days earlier and make a sale! Maybe not so crazy after all.

As I walk (wishing each step would miraculously take a layer of insulation off my thighs), I think of my future and dating and OhMyGodAmIReadyToShowThisBodyToAnyone? I don’t go into panic mode but there may be a small (OK, bigger than small) level of insecurity. WTF!  I keep reading how “women of my age” are totally at ease with who they are and accept all the “bumps and bruises” that life has given them to reach this point in life and are comfortable in their skin.  This, of course, leads them to a fulfilling sex life where they need not worry about their boobs being too saggy or their cellulite, or the extra love handles because it just means there’s more to love.  When you have been with the same guy for almost twenty years and he’s seen the changes you’ve gone through from your first meeting to your last good-bye, which includes giving him three beautiful children, and whatever else you’ve shared, you know where you stand. You’ve aged matured together.  You’ve earned your said “bumps and bruises” together. Now, the thought of future lovers (see my positive spin on this?), who themselves have certainly had changes happen to their bodies (understand I am not crazy enough to think of hooking up with too-young boys who still smell of pee-pee) are probably quite conscious of the fact that a 50-year-old body is not that of a 20-year-old one!  Obviously I’m talking of the regular folk who are trying to age gracefully; not the scalpel-loving-living-in-denial folk (not that there is anything wrong with that ~ we’re not here to judge!)  They are probably not expecting perfection either…

So I keep walking, thinking, occasionally arguing with myself (pretending to talk to Zeke) and tellng myself to not sweat it, to just be my fabulous me and all will work out in the end.  I am not a “wallower” and will not stop living or looking for rainbows.  I will move forward doing what needs to be done, all the while enjoying the journey, even if a few tears are shed here and there, because I know the sun always comes out after the rain.

(I couldn’t decide which one I liked more, so I’ve included both!)

Good-Bye 2014, Hello 2015 and All Your Possibilities

It would be easy for me to trash the whole year based on the very last month.  Many people would probably tell me that it would be normal or, at the very least, understandable.

I really could.  But I won’t.  It’s just not in my nature to do so.  That doesn’t mean I can’t look forward to a bright 2015!

So let me re-cap.  2014 was filled with wonderful moments that cannot nor should be dismissed.  After all, it did start off on the beaches of Florida!

 

Valentine’s came around and my love made me a beautiful dinner plus gave me a fabulous camera.  You see, he would watch me leave every morning with Zeke, iPhone (and later Samsung) in hand to take pictures for my blog.  He wanted me to have the proper equipment so he totally spoiled me unexpectedly!

I took many a walk over the course of the year taking hundreds of pictures (no worries, I won’t bombard you!) – these being but a small sample in the winter.

We went up north to my mom’s and went tubing, walking, discovering…

We went out with friends

I turned the big FIVE-OH and was surprised… not that I wanted to be!!! (OK, maybe a little…)

Our families got together for Mother’s Day, birthdays, family BBQs

First camping trip of the year has been in Bainsville, Ontario for quite a few years… this time with the Provenchers and the Apanians.  So much fun that we all did it again in Cape May in July!

Long bike rides, meeting old pals, taking a break, running into family and friend and ending in a face plant… yep ~ was quite the ride…

We climbed Mount Washington and swung from ropes like Tarzan (well not me! Someone has to take the pictures!!!)

We spent two weeks in Cape May, New Jersey with friends and family and ran into old friends!

Friends over (may have exaggerated on both food and booze ~ just sayin’…), more walks, playtime, proud moments…

Visited friends at their cottage on Rice Lake.

Rice Lake

Made some fabulous cakes, took wonderful photography classes…

Went up to Mom’s for Thanksgiving…

Thanksgiving

And finally, (ironically) I uploaded these images the same day Mick went into the hospital with the intention of showing potential clients what I was making for Mick to give to his clients but never posted them…

So I’m thinking… it really was a fabulous year for the MacIsaacs.  It just didn’t end like we would have liked… Not even close.

We had to say good-bye to our husband/father/son/brother-in-law/uncle/friend…

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And, come December 31st, I did manage to dance and laugh with my sisters and their husbands and some wonderful friends, though I was (we were) all missing Mick.

Let us move on to 2015 with love in our hearts, courage to find new experiences, faith that all will work out and joy in general.

Happy New Year to you all!

xoxo