We left Calgary last August after an 8-year stay. We frequently met up with comments like “you’re back” as we met up with friends and attended appointments here, but as far as we are concerned, being in Calgary is just part of our nomadic life. For the first few weeks we were in town, we stayed with our son, daughter-in-law, and grandson, and for the last 3 1/2 weeks, we house- and pet-sat in a near-to-everything residential neighbourhood.
Our focus in Calgary included time with family (lots of grandson hugs!), checking in with a few friends, medical appointments, shopping to replenish worn summer clothes from the previous leg of our journey, repacking with warmer clothes for the next leg, and lots of bike riding.
Our home was a cozy-but-spacious bungalow in a quiet, mature neighbourhood. We had lawns and gardens to tend to. For folks who haven’t had lawns to cut for 20 years, it was fun to do a couple of times a week (at least Ken said it was since he mowed the lawns with a human-powered mower every Monday and Friday while I was working!). We also haven’t had any gardens–even container gardens–to deal with for a couple of years, so tending to the garden beds and potted plants and watching them flourish was a treat, as was harvesting the rhubarb to cook up for breakfast, and bake into muffins and desserts.
Flannel is a shy, inside-only rescue cat, but she warmed up to us in a few days. Her little face greeted us through the front glass door whenever we came home. She asked for strokes frequently, demanded back rubs while rolling around on the bath mat before she hopped into the tub to drink from the purposely dripping faucet, and came downstairs to play each evening before she put herself to bed.
House- and pet-sitting on the beautiful Vancouver waterfront for a month. Stay tuned!