As an aside, it's been amusing to watch the recent moving hijinks of people we know.
Starting with our next door neighbours. M has only been there a couple years, but got a permanent fly-in job way north of Edmonton. The commute to the Edmonton airport was getting old, so he bought an acreage near Rocky Mountain House. He's a hunting and fishing and camping kind of guy, so that will give him lots of room for the toys. There was a small garbage skip on the driveway a couple days, but it was mostly stuff the previous owners had left. A U-Haul van was here one day and gone the next. The motorcycle and patio gear are gone from the back yard. The garage is mostly empty. He anticipated no difficulty being out on time. We are anxiously awaiting meeting the new neighbours.
J has lived in the cul-de-sac behind us for about 20 years. I've often chatted to him. He installed our garage doors, and did a recent repair. He's a handy sort of guy but a bit of a hoarder. Let's just say he has lots of stuff, and the moving process got away from him. The new owners wanted everything gone, including a shed and greenhouse in the back yard. Including the shingles he got a deal on and was going to use after the next big hail storm. We all suspect that lots of renos are going to be happening, and hope it isn't some monstrous multi-family thing. He was moving stuff out to a sea can on an RV storage yard out on 22X. And moving stuff, and moving stuff, and moving stuff, and well, you get the idea. He missed the possession date. Oops. And during the pouring rain earlier this week, a bunch of it went into the garage and driveway of our neighbour across the alley behind us just so he could be out. There's still lots of work. He wants to move to an acreage east of Edmonton.
Lastly, our downtown friends. One of them recently retired (Yay!) and thought there would be time for seeing friends, reading, working on the garden, blah blah blah as Dwen likes to say. Nope. An idle review of properties for sale found one they liked, in a place they wanted to be. An island. Buy. Sell. Wham bam thank you ma'am, done. The new retiree was put to work. Imagine that in capitals. Bold. Underlined. Exclamation marks. The move has mostly happened, mostly via hired help. Final move out is awaiting the completion of high school exams. The house was largely emptied for staging, and has the bare minimum in it now. We ate out at a really good Indian restaurant to celebrate. Unpacking is happening at the new place. Everything is reasonably well in hand for such a complicated move. We've known them 30 years, hard as that is to believe. We're going to miss them.
When we built this place more than 40 years ago, hard as that is to believe, we planned to stay here till we got dragged out. Or wandered out in a dementia fog to be eaten by polar bears, whichever came first. The thought was to have paid help come in to deal with things as we became unable. I'm pretty sure that time is coming quicker than we think. Both of us dread the thought of moving. The wine. The books. The stuff. So much stuff. It breeds in the dark, you know.
Anyways, you came here for the flowers.
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5. One of the few tulips that survived the voles, rabbits, and deer.
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