VIEW FROM THE 9TH FLOOR

 

When I am feeling a little blue, while I am sitting at my computer, I look out the window  enjoy the  view and dream of the past.  Today is a warm and sunny day. Has spring/summer finally arrived and is it here to stay? I sure hope so.

When I  look out I see nature and life and concrete and brick. In the far horizon, office buildings, apartment buildings  and colourful condos are silhouetted against the sky. Just a few years ago there were no high-rises, only single family homes,  vacant land and greenery greenery,  greenery. There is still greenery  surrounding me from the ravines, mini parquets and decades old treelined  residential streets. The roofs of houses peek out through the trees. Our family lived in one of these houses for close to fifty years. Some of  these old houses still remain, but many have been demolished and have been replaced  with more modern , monster homes. The charming bungalows with walkout basements to the ravines and the back splits and side splits are fast disappearing. Is this progress? I am not so sure.

Across the road from my condominium building is an apartment building. Lots of action seems to be going on there. People leaving and arriving at all times of day and night. occasionally a police car or medical response vehicle stops by. One man barbecues topless nearly every evening on his balconey  no matter what the temperature. I get cold just looking at him. I probably pass him frequently on the street but I wouldn’t recognize him with his shirt on.

To the right of  this building there is an elementary school and portables to handle the overflow of kids. I enjoy watching the kids coming and going and playing in the school yard. Some arrive on bikes and scooters or holding tightly on to a parents hand.There used to be a school across the road from our old house too. One of my kids used to wait for the bell to ring before leaving in the morning. She was often late.That school isn’t there anymore. It was recently torn down and is being replaced with executive family homes. I wonder where the kids living in these homes will go to school. Hmm. I guess they can be bussed somewhere to another part of the city or maybe to a country school.

On the other side of the apartments are community tennis courts. Today the players are mainly  in shorts and t shirts. Some of the people walking are wearing windbreakers, as it can be breezy and cool. There seems to be a wind tunnel which unfortunetly extends  to my  balcony. I have given up putting flowers or plants out there. They just blow over. Lots of dogs are being walked or pushed in their doggy strollers. They aren’t wearing their doggy sweaters, today so i guess the wind can’t be too cold.

It is so pretty and green and sunny outside. There is not a cloud in the sky. Why am I inside? I am going to take a walk and  meet a friend for an  iced coffee and do a little grocery shopping at my local mall. I  want to be back before dark to enjoy the view from the 9th floor of the beautiful sunset that occurs nightly. Later on I will enjoy watching fireworks as this is the Victoria Day Weekend. I hope everybody enjoys this weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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2 Responses to VIEW FROM THE 9TH FLOOR

  1. I so relate to your post. I never lived anywhere for 40-50 years, but everywhere I have resided has lost its green space. In Bogota our old house still stands, but surrounded on three sides by apartment and office buildings dwarfing the trees; another place, the field down the street where we used to walk the dog and enjoy wildflowers is now covered with McMansions behind fences.
    On the bright side this area of northern California had the foresight to set asides many acres of green space giving a semi-rural feel even though San Francisco is only 30 min. away (depending on the traffic!) I can still find my wildflowers! Take care.

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  2. epsnider says:

    Enjoy those wildflowers!

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