Welcome to my Parlour ...

On August 26th, 2010, my mother passed beyond the veil.
This event has become a catalyst for change in many and often profound ways in my life.
This is my way of chronicling those changes so that I may, at a later date, have the ability to review and reflect upon them.

~ Go dtugtar breith orainn dá réir ár ngníomhartha. ~
(Let us, by our actions, be judged)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

A Little Bit of Optimism ...

With the Estate lawyer (EL) still assuring me that this awful waiting should be over by December (or the New Year as I am choosing to view it), and quite possibly as a direct result of having worked with Airmid's energy a couple of days ago, I did something yesterday that is out of character for myself. I actually have allowed myself a little bit of optimism that life is going to improve in the nearing future and I contacted a Realtor.

Not just any realtor either ... When Kara and I bought a house out in Chilliwack in 2000 (sold it in 2005 when we bought the acreage), the realtor we had for that transaction really stood out in both our minds as someone who actually cared to make sure that she got the very best for her clients. So very often, since then, in dealing with a real estate agent I have come away with the overwhelming feeling that their commission was the only thing they really cared about. The whole rigmarole I went through with the realtor that was supposed to be representing me when I'd briefly had the acreage up for sale a couple of years back really served to sour me towards realtors in general.

Since we are peery of getting stuck with another self-serving agent ... when I shyly brought up the idea that mabey, just mabey, it might be time to think about starting to look at real estate and agents ... Kara surprised me by actually remembering the name of the gal who took such good care of us eleven years ago. Having the name, I managed to find her listing and discovered that she was still at the very same office we'd walked in off the street over a decade ago to find. We made a quick stop by her office, which brought up some good memories as, other than some cosmetic upgrades, it is exactly as I recall.

She was not it, but her receptionist paged her to call me ... which she did in under 30 minutes. And, after I explained why I was contacting her, she remembered! Eleven years after she had helped us buy our house in Chilliwack, and without having the time to look us up, she remembered -- not us, but the listing/house. I'm still mighty impressed ... being that I couldn't remember her name after eleven years. Really glad Kara could ^_^

So it looks like I have a realtor ... I've told her that I likely won't be ready to start looking with a view to buying until around January/February. But still, it's a tiny step in the direction of optimism.

^_^

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Saving Throw vs Charm - Failed

On Tuesday, Kara and I had to drive up to Merritt so that she could see her Dr, have him check on her healing process, and fill out some forms to facilitate her getting her medical short-term disability which Manulife has not yet processed (three weeks after her surgery). It was a long and difficult drive for her ... leading to a lot of intense pain later in the day. Not really unexpected when she's had to sit on the surgical site in the car for three hours just to get there.

Each time we have managed to get to Merritt, whether it was for an actual visit or we're just passing through, I have made a point to stop in and see the kids and the baby. Kara, however, has usually found reasons to be elsewhere. I have suspected, while her excuse is that she wants to give me more time with my granddaughter, that it has had more to do with her being uncomfortable with herself around the baby. Kara's first introduction to Amaya was when the baby was around four months old and cranky from a cold and teething, Kara had never held a babe that small before and was much less than comfortable.

This time, before we left, I insisted that she stop by and see the kids. We got there and Amaya started moving my way across the sofa to hold her arms up in that wordless gesture that even those who have never known an infant before understand to mean "pick me up". She was all smiles and cuddles as I held her and I could see Kara watching with a smile from beside me.

And then it happened ... Amaya turned towards Kara and leaned out with her arms up. Kara's eyes went wide and instinctively she reached out as well. Before Kara could change her mind, or think about what she was doing, I handed her the baby and stepped back to watch what was about to happen.

It was pure magic ... Amaya showed no fear or reservation, she just leaned right into Kara and tucked her wee head under Kara's chin cuddling right in. I have never seen such a perfect casting of a charm spell, this kid is a pro, and I had the pleasure of watching Kara's stunned face as she completely botched her saving throw. The charm took hold and Kara just melted her wondering expression turning to joy when, a few moments later, the baby looked up at her and grinned, followed up by the open mouthed baby-kisses that are pure wonderful for anyone who has experienced them.

I watched quietly as the gears in Kara's head shifted and the baby went from "Llyn's granddaughter" to "my granddaughter" ...

Isn't life wonderful?