October 7, 2016
38 years ago on October 7, I was back home from university for the Thanksgiving weekend when a long haired hippie with torn jeans introduced himself to me at the local pub. He thought that I had been making eyes at him all evening; however, what he didn’t realize was that I was just staring at empty space. I had just lost my glasses and was blind as a bat. I couldn’t recognize the people across the table from me, much less make eye contact with the cute guy across the room. Non-the-less, a friendship was formed.
This guy was different from any guy I’d ever dated. We talked about everything – religion, politics, nutrition, organic farming, the environment, everything. He opened my eyes to a whole new world I didn’t know existed. We fell in love and three years later, to the date, we got married.
He was a single parent of a 4 year old, Kerry and so we had an instant family.
Two years later, in 1983, Christopher was born.
In 1986, Kelsey completed our family. (Apparently a family with 3 kids has not time for family pictures. I can’t find one with all 5 of us from when Kelsey was a baby.)
Over the years we traveled, had many adventures and had lots of fun together.
And our family grew, from the 5 of us to 12.
In 1997, Ken and I embarked on our grand adventure – building an off-grid home in the bush. Over the years we cleared a road and built a small cabin, bath-house, log summer kitchen, workshop, garage and finally a house.
In 2012, Ken retired and left the big city to start building the house. For 3 years, I visited on weekends. In 2015, I retired and joined Ken in the bush. Together we plan, design, measure, hammer, drywall, paint, and construct all kinds of things. We are a good team.
Over the years we have changed and grown. But some things don’t change. He is still my best friend and we still talk about everything, especially politics, religion/spirituality, nutrition, organic farming, and the environment.
The adventure continues.