So I am home, i.e., in Portsmouth, with my McDowell, in my little old, very dirty, now clean house. I spent 6 weeks in Brooke Valley, with Anthony, Nick and Samantha and my brother. Peter. A "BIG UP" to Samantha. I saw the people I wanted to see, did what I went to do, and learned that I couldn't handle the technology. My phone and the internet became a mystery. Samantha easily handled it all for me and willingly drove me around. I made a new friend in Sandra (Peter's lady). I was cold the whole time while everyone else complained about how hot it was! I did enjoy the little dogs, Savvy and Rocky, the professionalism of the tradesmen and that nothing was rusty or corroded. Perth seemed gentrified. I hadn't been there for two and a half years.
We spent a good deal of time discussing renovations and remodelling. During my time there, I went up and down memory lane a lot (sadly) as I sorted, packed, stored, gave away, and threw out much of my 50 years, raising my children and career there, as well as my own childhood memorabilia.
The trip home was easy, again thanks to Samantha. It was easy, but the plane from Ottawa to Newark left half an hour late. I would not make the connection to Dominica as I knew I had to change terminals, which meant a bus/train to the international terminal. Luckily, I had booked a wheelchair which met me at Newark and took me directly to my flight. A good half an hour walk. I would never have made it without the assistance. She even took me to my seat on the plane. The Ottawa agent should get a mention, too. She went out of her way, was kind, understanding and helpful. Fly United Air!
Boarding the plane to Dominica was startling. It was filled with Caribbean people, and you could sense it. Vibrant, colourful, and noisy.
So here I am ....now what????? Stay tuned
Here's what I came back to:
The plants were alive and in good enough shape. The garden had gone wild and was horribly overgrown. All the habanero, scotch bonnet and bird's eye cayenne peppers were bushy and loaded, the sorrel died, and the anise had gone to seed. My little pomegranate tree is now knee high, the sugar apple and guava are over my head, and I think the cashima will survive. The house was very dirty and dusty. Dominica had had a week of heavy Sahara dust storms, so there was grit and sand everywhere, in every corner of every cupboard. In my absence, McDowell did his best, but couldn't keep up with it. It took me a full week to bring it all under some sort of control. The garden is weeded and the kitchen is clean. I feel I can relax a little.
It is very hot. Thankfully, Tropical Storm Erin veered north and hit the Virgin Islands, but the sea is high, and the bay is full of cargo ships bobbing up and down at anchor. All the fishing boats are on shore, all the sailboats are gone. The pounding waves are undermining the beaches.
We have 3 months before we have to move. We don't know where to, but there are several very good prospects. I am not worried.
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