Three years after we sold the townhouse we saw an ad in the paper that it was for sale again. Apparently it had never been lived in and the advertisement displayed a beautiful home…… with all of our furniture… I guess it had been bought as an investment. It was in a very nice complex well located near a new shopping area in White Rock.
Our new home here on the island is not so well located near a shopping area. In fact we have none..it is not really a concern as we don’t need anything anymore that we can’t eat or drink or plant. I’m still trying to get to get rid of all the crap we had bought during our twenty-two years in the family home. But it’s Christmas and we still like to exchange gifts with our kids.. As of two days ago we had three shopping days left. Now we have two.
Yesterday was a marathon. Our gift shopping is further complicated by our practical town requirements (gas, medicines, food, cell phone repair) and the limited daylight hours. We had to be back to the boat by 2:30 to get across and unpacked by dark. But we did get a start on it. We will go to town two more times before our trip to Vancouver….if it doesn’t get done by then, well I guess everyone will get something suspiciously decorated with the BC ferry logo. It won’t matter because we will all be together.
Our little cabin on the cliff is still hanging on despite the rain and wind which has arrived. This rain justifies my firmly planted sit me down beside the fire with a book as I look at the huge waves beneath me. There are no kayakers out front to take pictures of us, just these birds playing on the log.
Walking through the mall past the realtor offices yesterday I was reminded of an ad JN brought to me last month. Apparently, this home, our little house on the cliff is now in some guys ad for the real estate weekly. I guess I should feel complimented but what I am really feeling
is creeped out