Time waits for no Flamingo Dancer

Anne St. Marie, 1960.Have you missed me, dahlings?

My laptop was getting some much needed updating and I was getting some much needed down time, but do not fear, dear reader, lap top and Flamingo Dancer are back! It was one of those weeks that wasn’t horrible but wasn’t wonderful either I have to confess that I am glad it is over

. It passed by quickly so that was one blessing, but my workload grows by the day and I always seem to be running to the next thing. More than one teacher was heard this week to declare that they have never known a year when there has been so much stress so early in the school year. Usually it is the second half of the term when the stress clicks into overdrive, but despite my own workload stress, I have noticed that many of the teachers visiting the library are really tense, tired and stressed. The expectations and the workload just grow and grow and yet we all still get criticised for all of society’s ills!

No grandchild as yet, but Daughter1 was very quiet online today so I am starting to wonder if perhaps something is starting. She has been a fiend on pinterest this week while on bed rest. They said they would phone when they feel it is time to go to the hospital… as son in law has wisely declared, Baby will be born on her birthday! Then we shall have her for a lifetime!

This week we signed the contract for the sale of our parental home. Mum and Dad purchased the house in 1956 and lived there together until Dad’s death in 2000, and then just mUm after that. Mum of course has been in care since this time last year. We needed to sell the house to finance her care, and I was fine with it all, until I got the phone call from the agent to say that the contract was now unconditional and will be finalised by the end of the month. That is when the sadness hit. It is a 36 years since I left my parents’ home, but it continued to be the centre for the entire family all these years. Another reminder of the cycle of life, and how nothing is permanent.

It was a happy home, and that is something to be grateful for and we all have wonderful memories and so are gifted with many positive emotions to go into the future. But isn’t it at the same time, a real shit? For awhile we had it all… and now, well we have it different…

More tomorrow, dear reader.


6 thoughts on “Time waits for no Flamingo Dancer

  1. When we bought our house, we bought from people who had lived here for 51 years. When I did ANYTHING to the house/yard, the old woman was over here asking what and why. I was SOOO glad to see her move off to Mississippi!

    But … since I live next door to my dad’s old house – where they lived for about 30 years – I can kind of understand the connection and the wondering about some of the things done over there.

    Hopefully your grandchild has arrived by now ,,, or at least called ahead to tell you what the delay is.


    • I make it a rule to never drive by a house where we have lived previousy so that I am not distressed by the bad taste of the new occupants! No grandchild as yet, she obviously is a female who knows her own mind!


  2. I still feel a bit heartbroken over the sale of our old house in Minnesota. My daughters lived there since they were toddlers; my son was brought home there from the hospital. We had a little pet cemetery in the backyard—several rats, hamsters, a parakeet, and the occasional wild bird or rabbit that the children found in the garden. Yes, there were many sad and upsetting memories associated with that house: but when we left, we had no chance of reliving them via a visit. The new owner tore it down and built a mansion in its place. Then he tried to sell it, but the fool didn’t realize no one wanted a million-dollar house in a working-class neighborhood.

    My parents’ house—I don’t think I will quite be so emotional when we sell it. It’s given me a lot of grief, especially since my parents did nothing to update or fix it in the last 20 years. I also look forward to the day I evict my brother from the place. He’s been a freeloader here for far too long, and he knows it.


    • I think I would be distressed if my previous home was pulled down too! It is like a rejection of the people who lived there before! The man who has bought Mum’s home is profoundly deaf and will be renovating the house back to many of its orginal features that my parents “modernised” away, so that will be nice.


  3. I remember when I went off to university, I’d only been there a couple of months when my father rang to say they were selling the family farm. I was *very* upset. I never felt that I had a “home” to go to after that – when they bought a new place I always felt like I was just visiting them. It was a strange feeling as I always assumed “home” would be there to go back to.


    • Our daughters are feeling a little like that as neither will (hopefully) live in our present house for any length of time. Now they tell their friends they are going “home” to their parents house but not “home” to their “home”! It myst feel a llittle decentralised I am sure.


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