The Big Move

     Jon and I had thoroughly planned out all aspects of our move. But what we didn’t plan for, was all the bad luck that made me seriously question the wisdom in leaving behind the only place that I knew as home. We only had a day to get out of our house on Terrace Crescent but considering the fact that we didn’t own much, we thought it would be a breeze. Hah! Even with the help of two young men that worked super hard, it took us over seven hours to get most of our possessions out. Several things we had to leave behind, because we’d run out of room in the moving van. It would have been nice at that point, to have been able to take a break and get something to eat. Or to take one last tour of the little house that we’d lived in for over fourteen years. But we only had the moving van booked until early the next day. So we had no choice but to drive straight out to the new house. Our poor cat, howled and cried the entire hour. And at one point was so upset, I thought she was going to die of a heart attack.

     It was dark by the time we arrived in Nipigon, and the people that had agreed to help us unload, didn’t show up. And just as we thought we were going to have to work late into the night, some local people came to our much needed aid. Roy, a man that lives down the street from our new house, helped us unload our moving van. Another neighbour plowed out our driveway with his truck. Then a little while later he came back with his son-in-law, and they also helped us unload the van. Which is truly amazing, as Jon and I didn’t know any of them. 

     It was well after midnight, when the moving van was finally unloaded. Jon and I were beyond weary at this point, and with our new house being in such a mess. We decided to get a room at a nearby motel. I wanted to bring our cat, but she was curled up in a closet and wanted nothing more to do with us. The following morning Jon got up early, to take the van back to Thunder Bay. But it wouldn’t run and he ended up having to call a tow truck. I had to walk back to our new house, which was a lot further then I realized. And in the confusion of the move, I hadn’t brought my warm clothes. So there I was shivering and cursing, when another Nipigon resident that was a complete stranger to me, magically showed up and gave me a ride.

     Our plan was to live in the bottom of the house, while Jon did all the painting and redid the hardwood floors on the top floor. This ended up being a bigger job than he planned, and even though he did an excellent job with the painting. The floors turned out to be problematic. The smell of the polyurethane was so powerful, I was hallucinating and Jon was getting giddy. So at four in the morning, with our confused cat once again crying, we moved into a motel. We stayed there two days, while Jon finished up the floors. He followed the instructions the people at the Thunder Bay hardware store had given him, and to his great disappointment, they didn’t turn out right. Then one of the pipes for the main floor bathroom froze up, the washing machine broke down, the bathtub plugged up and our car wouldn’t start.

     But as trying as it all has been, the thing that has gotten me through all this turmoil is the generous people in Nipigon. For not only did these total strangers help us move into our house. Many of them have gone out of their way to welcome us to their community. One neighbour brought us a loaf of bread that she’d baked. Another couple dropped off some Christmas cookies and offered to help us contact the former owners of our new house. And each time we’ve gone shopping in the local stores, people have gone out of their way to chat with us. 

 

IT’S OFFICIAL WE’RE MOVING!

This is my partner Jon!

This is my partner Jon!

My partner and I started thinking about moving in the spring, but there just didn’t seem to be any houses that we liked. By early fall, we were about to give up, when Elena Slobbe, a real estate agent from Royal Lepage Lannon Realty, telephoned me. She was extremely helpful and optimistic and by the end of the conversation, I was thinking that maybe she could help us. In a very short time, we found a house in a nearby community that met all our needs. Best of all, our first offer on it was accepted.

The harder part was selling our house. After the open house we had a offer from a young man, which we accepted. Later that week we were told that the young man which I will call “cold-feet”, and an inspector, would be taking a more thorough look at our residence. And that they’d respect our property and take their shoes off, as we keep a very tidy house. Well, not only did “cold-feet” and the inspector come. But cold-feet’s parents, a child of about two or three years old, and another young man also decided to tramp through our house. Except for the times that the toddler was taken outside to run all around the neighbour’s property, like she or he owned it, these six people were in our house for about an hour and a half. They left dirt and leaves all over the floors. They used one of our dining chairs for a ladder to get into the attic. And after they were done looking in there, they left the debris from the attic on the floor. One of my personal linen closets that isn’t being sold with the house, had been tampered with. Leading me to wonder what other personal items these rude people may have been looking through.

I was livid and immediately called our real estate agent. Elena, bless her heart, should have just hung up on me. But instead, she agreed I had a right to be upset. And let me rant on and on about cold-feet and his unruly clan. The real estate agent that represented cold-feet also called me, and left a message apologizing, As she, like Elena, had been led to believe that the inspector and the prospective buyer were the only ones that were going to enter our house. In my opinion, this inspector was the only one at fault. His conduct was clearly unprofessional and I am now looking into filing a formal complaint about him with the Ontario Association of Home Inspectors. If I don’t get any satisfaction there, I will seriously consider listing his full name on my next blog. So that other naive homeowners won’t go through what we did.

This is what my partner looks like when he wasn't pleased.

This is what my partner looked like when he wasn’t pleased.

After the cold-feet disaster, more people came to the see house. But none of them made an offer. One of the biggest complaints they all had, was the house was too small. Which baffled me, because it clearly stated in the advertisement it was only 700 square feet. And I’m sure the real estate agents that brought these perspective buyers through our house, would have mentioned it in advance. The most hilarious complaint, was when a young couple came through and said that the house wouldn’t work out because the husband was six feet tall. People much taller than that have been in our house, and have found it quite comfortable.

Winter was fast approaching and losing all hope that we’d sell our house, we were on the verge of taking it off the market, when another young man made an offer. To our great relief, the deal went through without any drama or ridiculous demands. So if anyone out there is thinking about buying or selling a house. I’d wholeheartedly recommend Elena Slobbe from Royal Lepage Lannon Reality for the job. She’s not only a delight to deal with, but she is extremely knowledgeable about the real estate business. And she’ll always make sure your needs come first, which in these hectic times is a rare thing. 

  

 

This is our real estate agent Elena Slobbe!

This is our real estate agent Elena Slobbe!

My Paranormal Experience

My childhood was not a good one. I endured a lot of different abuses, which I’ve written about in my memoir, Remembrance of Truth, The Story Behind the Abuse. But what I never disclosed in this candid book, was my paranormal experiences. Mental illness runs strong on my mother’s side of the family, she herself was diagnosed first with schizophrenia, then manic depression and lastly bipolar. Her mother, grandmother, two of her brothers and their children also struggled with serious forms of mental illness. This was a terrifying legacy to have to live under, and each time I experienced something paranormal, I’d panic and think I was losing my mind. Fortunately I never did and it wasn’t until I read Rick E. Hale’s book – The Geek’s Guide to the Strange and Unusual: Poltergeists, Ghosts, and Demons – that I finally felt safe enough to publicly write about what happened to me.

I’ve had numerous paranormal experiences but the one that stands out the most was when I was seventeen. Things had gotten really bad between my father and I, and this one Sunday evening we had had an argument before I went out. I came home about three hours later, and my father was pale. Which was something I’d never seen before, as he has a very dark complexion and has often been mistaken for being Aboriginal. Anyways, he said that after I’d left the house, he was watching TV when all of a sudden the chair he was sitting in jerked backwards and hit the wall. My father is over six feet tall and weights around 180 pounds. He is also a very no-nonsense kind of person who lives in a very strict world of logic. And I could easily see he clearly shaken. After he went to bed, I stayed in the living room where the chair had moved on its own. As I wanted to see if something might happen again. it was around eleven p.m. when the handle on the nearby backdoor began rattling. We never locked the doors in our house and if someone wanted to come in they have could of just walked in. Nor could this rattling have been caused by the wind or anything like that, as it was a calm autumn night. The rattling was so loud, father woke up and yelled at me to stop playing with the door. My father is a super deep sleeper, so this really scared me because he sleeps through major thunderstorms. I never knew what it was, but after reading Rick’s book, I’m thinking that maybe it was a poltergeist event caused by my deep rooted anger and resentment towards my father. At this point in my life, all I wanted to do was get away from my father, and maybe on some unconscious level my mind was trying to open the door to the freedom I desperately deserved yet feared.

There have been other things that happened to me, things that I plan to share in future blogs.

The Geek’s Guide To The Strange and Unusual:

I just finished reading Rick E. Hale’s book, The Geek’s Guide to the Strange and Unusual: Poltergeists, Ghosts, and Demons. I’ve always had a strong interest in the mysteries of life, and Rick’s book has definitely enhanced my understanding of the paranormal. I was especially taken with the section on poltergeists, as it helped me to come to grips with a disturbing incident that occurred when I was seventeen. Which I will elaborate on more fully in my next blog. So for anyone interested in what might actually be causing those things that go bump in the night, read Rick’s book.