The past 6 months have had some major ups and downs. We've been working damn hard here on the home front dealing with work related cut backs for Dwayne and we were just starting to get things back on track. Throw all that in with the contractor woes we experienced after Christmas and then the beloved Aztec needing repeated trips to the spa for more than her share of botox to keep her four wheels turning...we got some horrible shocking news. Our house is to be sold. After 14 years of living here, we were given only 1 week notice for the opportunity to purchase.
After 6 months of our life going sideways it seems that it just took another left hand turn.
We had a brief moment where an arrangement to rent and then purchase a home a few blocks away from where we are now... seemed like the answer. Then that fell through. The owners wanted a 20% deposit (40 grand) and then wanted the purchase to follow in a short 6 months. (insert another 20 grand for the financing here) Last week I had to make the difficult call to tell them we were out and that they were free to list on their own.
My parents have been wonderful. In fact, the daily conversations I have had with my father where he slowly talks me down from the dark abyss that is my current existence, have been nothing less than miraculous. My father and I, though we love each other- are very VERY different people and we have given each other a province worth of space in order to better facilitate this relationship. Dear ol dad, who in years past has made me doubt his mental fortitude...has suddenly become sane. No forget that. He is calm, collected and possibly has a future as a spiritual advisor .ok...maybe that is a little far fetched but after the last 2 weeks I would now trust him to file my taxes for me.
Mom and I speak nearly daily, as is the agreement we have with my father signed 20 years ago when they moved to B.C. Dad and I however, speak 3 times a year. On each others birthdays and on Fathers Day. Keep in mind that these salutations are left on our perspective answering machines to lessen the tension and to avoid any conflict. Though last year I forgot his birthday ...my bad...
So imagine my surprise when my father started answering the phone....even when it was ringing the special ring that alerts him it is moi...Then imagine sane conversations that did not include any mention of raw food, supplements, Catholicism, miracle cures or faith healing. Universe....are you still messing with me?
Currently we are looking for a new home. Something of our own. It has to fall within our budgetary requirements and it needs to happen with in the next 3 months as we need to be out of this house by July 1. Scary beyond belief not to have a place to live.
But with my dad calm and quiet on the other end on other end of the phone, he makes me feel like it is all going to be alright.
