So, here it is. March to July of last year were pretty normal. We took our wonderful new (to us) little Taylor Coach trailer on a few overnights in provincial parks, and we loved it.
The place we like the best is Oastler Provincial Park, as it is small and offers campsites right on the Boyne River. It is also right around the corner from Parry Sound, where the boss does a lot of his work.
Then came July. We had friends staying with us because we all attended a reunion of Grey Power employees here in Muskoka. It was a grand party, and our friends came here for dinner, wine (lots) and a decent night's sleep.
Once our friends had left on the Sunday, Matt owned up that he and Andrea had broken up, she had asked him to leave, and he and Jackson were asking us for a place to stay. Duh. As if I would deny my son a place to be. They stayed for a few days while sorting out how to get to work, etc...
I don't often speak of Erica, our lovely daughter. She is my brick. She makes me hold it all together. She stepped in and took her brother and nephew in. They lived at her house for several months. Her youngest gave up her room for Jackson, and Jackson registered for the local high school. Apparently, it was love at first class, and he was so enthralled with life and school in the city. Erica also went through local websites to get suitable furniture (dressers) for Matt and Jackson's rooms. They were in a loving place. Kudos to my son in law, James, who facilitated the moving of rooms etc... No wonder he and Erica are such a grand team.only
My only regret in all this is that I have not been able to communicate with my daughter in law. I would just blubber and cry, and that would be totally non-constructive. Perhaps, one day, I will be able to communicate with her.
In December, we attended a grand party in Montreal for my brother in law Robert's 75th birthday. Who knew we would be so old one day?
All was well until just before Christmas (2015), when Brenda, Matt's lovely girlfriend, bought a house in Keswick. She particularly chose a 3 bedroom house so Jackson and her son, Logan, could have their own rooms. Jackson, being an only child and very spoiled (mostly by me, I'm sorry to say), was not happy to be uprooted to Keswick, an hour away from Toronto. He went through the Christmas holidays with a chip on his shoulder, which eventually dissipated once he realized that Brenda, gem that she is, would take him to the city most days for school. He has since learned to take the bus and the train, and so far, it's all good, as they say. The new family dynamic has been a learning curve for all.
In all this, I have become employed by Contact North, which is a distance learning facility. I love it! It is part time and involves supporting students who are trying to better their education. It has been somewhat difficult with only one car, but the boss and I are managing. He has been amazing. It's grand to be part of the working world again.
Last week, after being in Toronto overnight for a birthday celebration for the boss- his 70th- we returned home on Sunday to a flood in the basement. I was totally devastated. It reminded me too much of our flood at the old house on the lake. The insurance company was amazing. The remedial people turned up very quickly. We are in the process of getting back to normal.
More to come.....