A time for reflection.

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The end of another dreadful,WTF year is approaching and it’s time to look back.

Not on anything serious mind you, but rather….

This:

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What the inside of our storage barn looked like then…

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And what it looks like now.

Before…

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And after two years of nothing to do but stay home and try to avoid the global plague.

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While I’m the first to admit 2020 and 2021 have sucked the big root, they did afford us the time and energy (not to mention the tens of thousands of dollars we saved on travel) to transform our packed with useless crap storage space….

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Into the Barn Mahal/Man Cave Extraordinaire you see today.

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We won’t mention the fact that all the husband’s “treasure” has simply migrated upstairs and forms the same giant pile of crap, just on a higher level.

No.

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We shall instead marvel at the transformation..

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And pour ourselves a drink.

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Cheers!

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46 thoughts on “A time for reflection.”

  1. We had a party for my sixtieth birthday. It was in July so our front porch was good enough for eight guests and the yard was good for games. Hopefully we can have a Halloween and/or NYE party again soon. I’ll be sure to invite you, it’s only about sixteen hours.

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  2. Amazing transformation! Congratulations! I think you should raise a glass or two in celebration! I love looking a the room and thinking about your posts during this project – the bar stools, the bar, etc. What an accomplishment!

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      1. But isn’t that the problem? Wasn’t it once the centre of your life? For how many years was your living room that faithful place where your life happened. And now, suddenly, it is hardly a closet for memories…

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      2. Here’s what happens in our living room- the husband watches non stop news or old westerns… the cat stalks little birds from the window… and I read.

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      3. I think it is because we provide things for them they cannot get in the wild, mostly protection from their enemies. Food they do not have to hunt for, shelter they do not have to search for. That takes away 90% of what they would be doing if they did not have us to lean on. And then there is love. Love is not something they get in the wild. Mommys and Daddys don’t get to fall in love, a few minutes of passion and gone. Mommy’s then do love their babies, but only long enough to get them to go out on their own. Then the cycle starts over again.
        In our homes they get live which they never knew about. They are pampered and fussed over. Scratched and petted. They are safe to sleep anywhere and everywhere, and they take full advantage of that. We would probably sleep that much too if we could feel safe and loved all the time…

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      4. One-upping time. We only had 4 cats, but also 4 newborn kittens, less than two weeks old. We brought them in one of those old-fashioned Vanguard campers, and momma cat, still a kitten herself, was constantly looking for new hiding places for them. When she tried to hide them under the driver’s seat one day we made her a special box. She wanted to be near us, but not too near.

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      5. We only travelled 1400 kms, about 875 miles, so you win the distance race. But our opera stopped after maybe 10 minutes. Our clowder were free to roam the camper, and everyone found a spot they felt at home in. It certainly helped having all their known things travelling with us, what we could fit into the camper at least.
        They knew they were safe, even though they were moving.
        When we had to evacuate our home in 2019 because of the Chuckegg Wildfire, they were in carriers in the back seat of an SUV. That day they sang, but they could probably smell the smoke. Then 6 cats and 2 humans spent 3 weeks in a hotel room. They did not think much of living in so small a space. (The fire never did reach the town, Luckily the wind always changed whenever the fire got too close. But the amount of old growth forest that was destroyed around us made us heartsick. All because of a careless smoker throwing a lit butt out a car window!)

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      6. How awful. (The fire, not the clowder.) We spent the night in a roadside motel and had to sneak all the cats plus their litter box in with us. Food bowls, water bowls, litter, poop scooper, trash bags, etc. What a nightmare. Naturally three of them wanted to continue singing all night long so yours truly got no sleep whatsoever trying to keep them quiet.

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      1. I once worked for several years after graduation for the City of NY chasing down buildings were owners refused to pay taxes. It was interesting and I learned lots about NY. Sometimes we finished photographing early and had several hours free, that is if we weren’t running away from the landowners including a mob member or squatters.

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