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Finding Room – Contracting Out

 
Vancouver Public LIbrary - Colleen Friesen
 
Contracting out has a bit of a bad buzz going on right now, but lately I’ve been thinking about it in different terms. I’ve been mulling over public versus private space and how I can best take advantage of the outside world to complement our downsizing plan.

Because it would seem that we are only a few steps away from the next phase of Living Light. 

The remodelling of the apartment is almost done. We’ve finished painting every bit of the interior. The fireplace and the kitchen backsplash are sporting new tile, the cupboards in the kitchen and both bathrooms are new. It is looking showroom-shiny and it will soon be listed with a really cute Realtor that I know.

After it sells, we will be looking for one-bedroom place. Friends that live in largish homes are a little aghast that we don’t seem to realize that this two-bedroom 1000 sq ft apartment is already small. But in world terms, I don’t think so. It’s just that we’re all (myself included) used to living in SuperSizeMe mode.

In spite of my commitment to this ideal, I’m still not quite sure how we’re going to pull it off. It’s definitely going to take a little work to figure out, which is why I’m looking outside our home for extra space (preferably for free!)

I’ve started doing a little of this already. When I tell Kevin that I’m going down to ‘my office’, he knows that I’m taking my laptop and iPhone to the coffee shop beneath our building.  Voila, suddenly I am in possession of a huge office with great coffee and a nice buzz.

Square Foot Gardening in Budapest

 Gardening in Budapest 

Years ago we lived in a huge house. Besides the main living space of 3800 sq ft, there was over 1000 sq ft of deck. On that deck was a hot tub that was a royal pain to keep up. Here? I waltz down to the 3rd floor, cross the courtyard with the nice reflecting pool and sink into an impeccably clean hot tub, next to the large lap pool and steam room. I never have to test the pH, scrub the tub or wonder if the pipes are going to freeze.

That same big house had one room with a rather dated pile of gym equipment. Here? I go one flight up from the pool area and try to decide which piece of new equipment to use first. Our next apartment might not have these amenities but there are lots of recreational centres that could easily fill the gap.

My hope is that by living light we might actually end up living large.

My goal is to find more and more ways to outsource space. I am working on a list of what the public domain offers so that we don’t think we need to own it. My list is expanding daily…

  • Libraries for quiet reading and writing space.
  • Churches for meditation space.
  • Community gardens and other green spaces instead of private yards.
  • Parks and trails for trail therapy.
  • Bike lanes so we only need one car.
  • Coffee shops for office space.
  • Restaurants for dinner parties.
  • Community centres for gym/pool access

I am seeking other solutions. Any other suggestions/ideas are welcome and very appreciated.

I think we’re going to need all the help we can get.

 

 

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When in Doubt? Get Out!!

 

Finish Each Day - Colleen Friesen

Yesterday was the full-meal deal.

I went to visit my father in the home.

Please note that I did not say in ‘his‘ home.  It is, strictly speaking, ‘the’ home. One must never be confused on that count.

It is getting harder for him to see any reason to leave, not just the home, but more specifically his chair. It takes my best sales patter (the tulips! the shining sun! the fragrant air! and finally…please Dad, just indulge me…) to get him out.

Finally he agreed, pushing his walker across the parking lot to the little on-site coffee shop. He flatly refused my other offer of a drive to Somewhere/Anywhere. Instead, he ate his cookie, drank his coffee and then said he wanted to go back to his chair. Indeed.

My policy is simple: Look for the good in whatever happens.

The bad news of watching my father’s decline is obvious, so here’s the good news…I am getting better and better at listening to my body, to actually feel the emotion instead of getting busy and ignoring it so that it can show up later in my back or some other random illness.

I had the hour on my drive home to feel the seeping weight of my sadness. It felt like someone was stacking multiple dental X-ray blankets on my body. I got home. Kevin hugged me. I cried. I felt the pure heavy shittiness of the situation. I crawled into bed. It was noon.

I slept.

I woke up.

Stretched.

And got the hell out.

Because here’s what I know: As important as it is to feel and not run from my feelings, it is also important not to wallow. I most definitely felt the grief of the situation, and then, it was time to fill that cup back up.

I did for me what my dad no longer lets me do for him.

Blooming Beauties - Colleen Friesen

I walked in the fresh air. I paid special attention to the flowers, grinned at the little people toddling out of the daycare, asked to pat some random stranger’s dog and deeply inhaled and exhaled blossom-enhanced air. Then I grabbed my bike and tooled along the seawall. I went to my new volunteer schtick doing homework-tutoring with some ten-year olds.

Trust me when I tell you that no other thoughts or feelings could enter my head while I was helping a very energetic kid with his homework…especially considering he had absolutely zero interest in the project. I admired his tenancity to thwart my efforts. He was remarkably energetic and I think I fell a little in love.

It was just what the doctor ordered. I came home with a smile on my face.

Life is good.

 

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