So here’s what happens in “retirement.” People either sit back and do noting, or, more likely, they become completely obsessed with something else that takes the place of a regular “job.”
In my parent’s case it was lawn bowling. (yeah – I know, huh?)
In my case, it appears to be hiking. Of course, I consider this far more legitimate and inspirational and productive than lawn bowling. But then – well – it is a slightly biased opinion.
So today is one of those days “off” – a between-hikes day. This is when I catch up on domesticity. I launder, bake, clean, garden, shop and walk dogs. Yes, I also waste time on Facebook but that’s domestic, right?
At any rate, today turned out ever so much nicer than forecast so, in the afternoon, I took the dogs for a walk and ran into Simon on his break! Yay! We walked quickly and shortly on the Galena Trail – Shanara was ecstatic. Daddy! Yay!
Abby was pretty happy too. When we got back to the parking lot she tried to get into the truck with Simon. Such a loyal dog! (sigh).
Tomorrow, a KMC hike and I have everything crossed that the forecast is wrong again.
It’s going to be fun!
It’s a special day because it’s Simon’s birthday. And so, when I took Abby for a walk today at Bannock Point, I thought a lot about Simon – our time together.
I thought about our adventures in the Rockies and the many times we laughed so hard – or, should I say, that I laughed so hard – the times I had to run to the bathroom because I was so out of control.
We’ve had a great time. We’ve been in love. We had silly idiot grins on our faces those first weeks and months. We shared and still share important values. We’ve taken chances, leapt off the cliff, trusting we wouldn’t plunge but would grow wings instead.
We’ve supported each other in our dreams – and continue to do so. And that is why we are going to part. And I refuse to feel sad about that. This is what we have chosen. I suppose one reason I don’t feel sad is because I’m simply not thinking about it. I’m living the best life I can every day – looking for adventure, hiking, living in nature. Simon is also living his best life. And that’s what we want for each other.
At any rate, he’s a man who I will always love. And sometimes, love means being apart.
But tonight, Simon’s favourite meal and dessert. And a celebration of a beautiful human being.
Yup – more than one workout today. First, I desperately needed a morning hike – and lucky for me, Sheila is back and was available for a quick walk. So I loaded Abby in the car and we headed up Payne Bluffs. I don’t know how fast we went up and down but I think it was pretty darn quick.
Then, after lunch I went up to the back 4 to get wood down for chipping and mulching the new beds. I rather wish I had kept track of how many times I slogged up and down. I suspect I almost did one more Payne Bluffs.
And that’s it for me.
I confess that I had a small hope, after yesterday’s showings, that there might be an offer coming in today.
My new attitude: piss on it!
In the meantime, I am organizing my Friday KMC hike and sorting out another hike with Sheila that could be kind of fun and brand new.
Today – a club hike up Bigwood/Smallwood – quite different from what Sheila and I did last fall.
It was a big group: 16 people including 3 newbies and they were all, as usual, super people to hang out with.
At any rate, we headed up Bigwood, the gentler route, stopped at the top with lovely views over Blewett and then headed down the Smallwood ridge. When we hit the road, we actually walked on it for about 5K.
I grumbled about that. I probably whined more than I should have but what the hell. It was a road! Who hikes on a road?
Apparently some people do. And since they are rather nice people, I sucked it up.
And then home and Simon’s quick report on today’s two showings – which was not hopeful. Apparently the realtor was not actually trying to sell this house, pointing out that there were bugs around and that there was no point in touring the property and looking at our wonderful new gardens.
And so I sense a bottle of wine and a few ciders on the menu for this evening.
I am feeling pretty done with this whole thing.
That said, I have a trip report to write tomorrow and another trip to organize for Friday. And lots more I hope. Hiking – the best medicine in the world and, as we all know, the answer to everything.
Today, Tammy and I drove out to Kaslo – at least, near Kaslo – and there we decided to explore a new trail: Upper Songbird loop at almost 9K round trip. That sounded like a good exploration.
It was not only “meh” – it was downright, “Fuck this! Never coming on this trail again!”
Looking on the bright side, now we know that we never have to do this trail in the future and we con confidently steer people away from it.
It’s lovely for mountain bikers who are just in the beginning phases of biking. It’s kind of up and down and boring as hell. Near the end it comes out on a logging road and the last 2K are a plod down the road, some of it through a recent clearcut.
Yeah – yuck!
Still, it was the last hike of the spring season for Tammy and I so good to chat and laugh quite a bit.
And, as I said, at least we were outdoors.
And now I have to clean the house (again) and prep it for tomorrow as much as I can.
Fingers are crossed.
As are toes.
It’s another domestic day as we settle into a period of spring rain.
Getting ready for house showings this weekend. Getting ready to hike tomorrow and Sunday and praying my foot is better. Still, I am prepared to put up with pain. Such is life.
The garden, thanks mostly to Simon’s amazing work, is looking pretty fabulous. In a week or so I’m going to take a bunch of photos. My small contribution is planting the pots and sowing seeds. Oh – I pulled some weeds today. Duh.
And I am trying not to explode as I read more and more about evil old white men doing their best to control women – doing their utmost to regulate women’s bodies. Banning abortion while paying for the mistresses to have abortions in another state.
Yeah – while doing nothing about the climate.
I am going to surge ahead.
Bake some cookies.
Play some Scrabble when Simon gets home.
Plan my escape route to the Alps.