Oops! It’s taking a little longer than I anticipated to get back into the rhythm of posting again. But here I am, better late than never.
My story will take a little while, so sit yourself down with a cuppa (or indeed a glass of something stronger) and I’ll tell all about where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. Are you ready? Ok, here we go.
Ma Kettle has been contemplating for a little while now a move into a retirement village. The house she and Pa lived in for 27 years was proving too big, and the garden, once her pride and joy, just a little too large to look after. Having explored several villages in her town, she decided on the one that she liked and it was just a matter of waiting for a home to become available. At the beginning of January a call came, but this house proved to be too dark and with a strange layout, so we rejected that one. Then in February Ma was notified that a home was to come onto the market shortly and would she like first viewing? I jumped a train and went up to look at it with her and we both left feeling that this was “the one”. You know, that feeling of contentment and being able see yourself in it, to make it your own and settle happily there. (Stunning trees nearby)Thankfully Ma’s youngest brother went up the next day and, bless him, took on the task of negotiating the purchase, then organising the sale of Ma’s house. And would you believe Ma bought her new home and sold the old one after the first Open For Inspection – all within 11 days! (Check the size of these leaves!)The whirlwind continued with Ma starting to sort out cupboards and drawers, and as you know, I was up there at Easter when I started the sorting and packing, organising for removalists, and achieved quite a lot.
However, there was more to do, so that’s where I headed a couple of weeks ago, and for five days finished off the sorting and packing, had half a dozen trips to the op shop, sorted mail and connections, and moved us into a motel for four nights (settlement dates went a little askew – don’t ask!)It was then Moving Out Day and I left an exhausted Ma at the motel while I supervised the young lads who came to pick up Ma’s goods and chattels. Not that they needed any supervising as they were very efficient and charming lads. Next came the cleaner and the Salvo’s to pick up the white goods and beds, as we decided Ma needed new ones of these. It all went very smoothly, thankfully.After everyone else had left I walked around Ma and Pa’s first ever home they owned , seeing the rooms bathed in sunlight and feeling the love and peace of the house; even one of the removal lads had commented that the house had a really nice feel. Needless to say, I left there in tears after locking up for the last time.We had the next day free, and Ma and I spent the day at Lake Weerona in nearby Bendigo, relaxing, reading, dozing and walking. (We needed to escape the motel room which we named The Dungeon as it was very dark and depressing; too tired to do anything about it and we knew we would only be there to sleep).Then it was Moving In Day. LittleBigBrother came up on the train, and our cousin L and his wife W who were visiting nearby came to help. Settlement went through, the key was collected, the removalists arrived with the goods and chattels and moving in commenced. It was lovely to catch up with the cousins and much laughter accompanied the unpacking. LittleBigBrother stayed the night at the new home and Ma and I went back to The Dungeon for one final night.Next day Ma’s new fridge and washing machine arrived and we finished unpacking all but four boxes; we need to get Ma a desk and a narrow bookcase to unpack the last of the boxes. And Ma had her first night in her new home.So now Ma is settling in nicely to her lovely home. She has Pa’s chair by the window where sunlight comes in, and she can see out to the village. This was one of the first things to come off the truck and LittleBigBrother sat her in it on Moving In Day and said “don’t move, we’ll sort it”! (And I bought the roses to welcome Mum to her home)and she has her new bed (thanks Jan K!) and a quilt I made some years ago for Ma fits perfectly on it.So there you have it. There are still some things to be done; some little bits and some bigger bits, but we’re slowly getting there for her. Already Ma has met her immediate neighbours, and she knows the couple across the road, and five others already living in the village, so she won’t be short of company. And I feel very comforted that she has company, easy access to shops and the library, and a lovely, lovely home.