Decision Made

Monday we were excited about the possibility, but then overnight doubts set in for me. He talked me through it, assuaged my fears. The house around the corner with the beautiful views also needs work.

We called the owner for another viewing. Ric was right. My concerns were not founded. I was in. But then Ric had a change of mind. We talked it out.

Disability limits my financial input. The burden is on Ric. I don’t want him to stress over a move. I tell him so.

“But the house would be so much better for you,” he says.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “The most important thing is that we are happy, and we are, right where we are.”

“I’ll give it one shot,” he decides. The owner is asking an exorbitant price. We both agree not to stretch beyond what is practical.

Ric goes to meet with the owner. The dogs and I wait. I anticipate our bid will fail.

Backyard through screened door off kitchen.

The owner accepted our offer. The house is ours. Now we just have to get this one ready for sale.

Send energy. I’ll need it.

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #101: decisions

I love our home. It’s the perfect size for the two of us plus our two doggies. We have all the amenities we need. The only thing that is missing, I confide to a friend, is nature.

For two years, we lived in our 41′ motor home, traversing North America and discovering many wondrous places. Nature was our focus. Prior to that, we lived in a small cottage in the city, with a double lot and large old trees that immersed us in a park-like setting. This current home, set between other similar houses, lacks the view.

Shortly after my confession, Ric came home from a meeting and told me that a house in our neighbourhood, backing onto the ravine and hiking trails, is for sale.

“Are you interested?”

Double doors off the dining area open to a large deck spanning the back of the house. The view is pure green – mature trees and shrubbery, with birdsong and wildlife, and not a house in sight. A sunroom, built on the side of the house, provides four season viewing.

What’s not to like?

The house needs work. It’s larger than our current home, which means more costly. Do we need the added expense just when it seems we were working out a manageable retirement budget?

Oh, but that view.

We’ve been waffling about it for the past few days.

Is this manna from heaven – an ask answered; or temptation that will just create more stress?

Decisions, decisions.

How do you decide when faced with difficult choices? What decisions are weighing at present? I look forward to where this prompt will lead you.

To participate, create a post and link back here.

Pause Perspectives

Is procrastination a pause
or fear seeping in?
Let’s take a moment –
broken silence –
a timely pause …
Reflect
collect our thoughts
leave a seed
and remember
wonder
Be like water
like the squirrel
touch the softness
wave goodbye
to the noise
observe
till the end of this ride.

(This poem is an amalgamation of our collective thoughts on this week’s focus: pause. Thank you for the many inspired posts you shared:)

DOES WRITING EXCUSE WATCHING
Reena Saxena
I Write Her
Eugi’s Causerie 1
Sharing Thoughts
Nova’s Namastè 365 Online
radhikasreflection
Heart to Heart
michnavs
Stuff and what if…
MMAStorytime
Zebra’s Child
parallax
Sgeoil
oneletterUP
Zebra’s Child
paeansunpluggedblog



Odes To Water

My soul begs the reassurance of flow
an enchanted place along the river
a moment of solace where I can breathe

My heart glows at the sound of summer
children’s voices raised above the splash
of clear blue – refreshing memories.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: water.)

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #100: Pause

The world is a noisy place at the moment, and rightfully so. The bubble of denial has burst when it comes to systemic racism. As people march in protest demanding change, a virus lurks, threatening further losses. And, I haven’t even mentioned the absurdity of political ranting that seems so inappropriately off base right now.

It is tempting to throw oneself into the fray – emotions running high, intellect chomping for a word – and yet, I fear a loss of grounding. We need calm minds, and clear agendas to guide us in such times.

Passions are ignited. Words and actions have a place. Change is afoot. Let us remember to pause – to quiet the noise – long enough to ensure we are actually making a difference.

May your pauses bring you inspiration this week. I look forward to your responses.

What’s In A Name

What’s her name?
Simple question
from mother to son –
recognizing the love-lifted
joy of his countenance.

I cannot tell, said he,
you’ll ask too many questions.
Do I know her?
No, Mom, she’s Somali.
And Muslim.

I felt my whiteness
and all its privilege
slap me, stumbled

Of course she is welcome,
of course it does not matter.

Had no sense of the depth
of my ignorance, how heads
would turn, and vile strangers
attack, and his father shun them.

And how her own mother
would advise her to take his name
when the day of their nuptials came
so that finding work would be easier.

Had no sense of the depth
of my ignorance, how
everyday matters suffer
unfair scrutiny –

hold them in my heart
and pray, knowing my shield
of whiteness holds no sway
to protect them.

(What’s in a Name first appeared here in February of 2019.  It fits with this week’s focus of privilege. )

Thank you to all who participated in this week’s challenge:

DOES WRITING EXCUSE WATCHING?
PoetryPalette
I Write Her
MMAStorytime
michnavs
COLOURFUL PIE IN THE SKY
parallax
radhikasreflection
Sharing Thoughts
Stuff and what if…
Sgeoil
paensunplugged

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

Unexpected Treasure

Summer arrives on its own schedule, painting the landscape a luscious green. The heat of the day keeps us tucked in a cool house, but not without restlessness. Ric offers a late afternoon drive and parks near a trail so I can wander in.

Tall oaks, beech trees, and maples create a canopy of shade. I stop to let my eyes readjust to the sudden change in light. A small creature whirs past, and I recognize the black stripes of a chipmunk.

Darn, I think. Missed it.

But the chipmunk, like me, is only seeking a cooler patch. Perched on a fallen log just beside the path, the small animal stops to enjoy a snack.

These tiny creatures never fail to delight me. An unexpected treasure making my day.