In 24 Days…

Good morning everyone,

I hope you all ,

have had,

a good,

Easter break.

I did,

saw some friends,

lots of church,

lots of culling.

It is now Monday,

late morning,

the neighour’s dog,

is barking,

I am attempting,

to drown her out,

with Pablo Cassal,

playing Bach on his cello,


she is a sweet dog,


a barker.

Still, I will miss her,

and I will miss Andre,

and a few others.

You don’t live,

over 30 years,

in a building,

without making,


I am a social person,


not one who visits,

with the neighbours.

Still…30 years.

I am not sad about,

the move,

I am excited,


Closing the door,

on a large part of my life,

opening a new one,

a pretty stained glass one,

to the next phase of my life.


my life isn’t,

completely changing,

I am still working the same job,

I am still living in the same,


I will be closer physically,

to some friends,

and marginally further,

to others.

I am planning,

where things will go,

I am trying to imagine,

they best way to install,

my possessions,

in the new place.

I am wondering how,

Georgie will feel.

I am getting,

a new couch,

a few rugs,

some blinds,

I am considering,

a new stove.

But, mostly,

I am moving on,

from a complex,

special part of my life.

A part of my life,

where my mom,

was the most important,

person in my life,

and I,

in hers.

We cohabitated ,

for 12 years,

but, the last 2,

were different,

than the others,

I became,

her caregiver.

It is to date,

the hardest,

most rewarding,

deepest love,

experience of my life.

It was challenging,

for both of us,

to deal with changing roles,

but, the love and trust,

that we had,

grew stronger.

I miss mom terribly,

and yet, I know,

it was her time,

that she is,

in a better place,


with so many people,

she loved.

So, this is my time,

to chose, what I want,

to buy,

what will please and serve,


The woman who’s photo,

appears at the top of this blog,

is different,

than 2 years ago,

she is more grey,

the eye circles are deeper,

she is tired,

she is hopeful.

She needs to be,

the most important person,

in her life,

at least for a little while.

In just 24 days,

I move to my new home.

I can’t wait

Stay safe you all,

enjoy Spring/

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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