Preparing to dislodge

Today we completed a big project, well, big for us non project folk. We refinished the old table that had belonged to Tom's parents, and the coffee table that we retrieved from the 'share shelf' in the garbage room in the Gilford Street apartment. I had searched high and low for the colour that 'sang to me' and settled on duck egg chalk piant. It leans well into blues, greens, and heritage yellows. This project is on the continuim of moving to a unit in Avonlea, a 55 plus community where we hope to live until we are carried out in a box. Sounds cheeky, or possibly cynical, but it feels realistic. We are culling and organizing, fresh on the heels of a death of a dear friend, a stark reminder that this here is not forever, so, get with the program. Now comes the hard part, waiting to get that call that there is a vacany, someone was carried out in a box, making way for us. We dream of what awaits us; south facing, or not, renovations needed, or, will we be lucky to have a 'move in ready' unit. Pray tell, let it be so.