My plans have been unfolding as I had envisioned they would over the last few months. I retired from Centennial College in June, and had the summer and fall to finish planning my upcoming trip, pack up my house, sell my house and be ready to leave in December. All three of my sisters have been to Canada to help me sort and pack my house, an undertaking that I knew I would need serious help with, and they really moved me along. Helping to pull things out from the farthest reaches of closets, drawers and cupboards. Helping me decide if I needed the item, or should it be recycled, donated or thrown away. Decision after decision. But by the time that Sally left, the final sister to visit, the job was just about done, even to the point that I know what I will be wearing for the next year. The rest is packed away.
But life has a habit of throwing curve balls. Friday, August 31st was a large day. Three unrelated events occured. Zoey, my almost 12 year old poodle dislocated her left hip and it was put back in place somewhere in the early hours of the morning. I think she must have been on my bed and when she heard me return home she jumped down. Unfortunately all my rugs are out being cleaned, and being an old dog she slipped on the hardwood floor. I think she did the splits. It was several hours before it was treated, and it was 5 am before I got to bed. Up at 8 to take her outside and try to get her to pee. Later that day the house was shown to potential buyers, a lovely young couple expecting a child soon. Imagine me trying to get the house and my head ready for that! The third event was performing my last therapeutic massage treatment. I have been a therapist for 35 years, almost to do day, and now I am done. All except sending in my resignation letter. However, because of the events of the day, it seemed like a footnote to the day, not the main event. But it was the passing of an era in my little life
Flash forward to Monday, September 3rd. Another large day. Zoey had been making steady progress, had been eating, drinking, peeing, and finally this morning a poop. She also stood up and supported herself on three legs and started to walk around unaided, but I think she has overdone it, and is very quiet now. No food, no drinking and no walking. My worry scale has increased again, and back to cautious wait and see. The second event of the day was my massage table left my treatment room. Not only am I not doing massage any more, I no longer have anything to do it on, but it has gone to a great new home. Another ending. And finally, the couple came back to see the house and I am waiting to hear if they are interested in proceeding. Pins and needles.
And so it goes. Two events, the ending of the practice and the house sale were planned, but the dislocation, not so much, and a bit overwhelming to happen over one long weekend!