Merv on the Move

Merv is happy in his new home.  I know, because he told me.  It was always a concern about moving.  He had little say in the matter.  We moved because the house no longer met our needs.  It was really my decision.  I decided, yes almost everything.  Merv went along for the ride.  I remind myself he tells me he likes the new house and living close to the ocean and the estuary.  I can only feel relief.
He didn't complain when he was bundled off to respite for two weeks while we finished packing, emptied the house plus our huge brick shed.  We experienced the rigours of moving house before setting up home away from people and groups he knew well.  Again I was relieved.
In our previous house our home was on a hilly gradient.  There was never talk of taking Merv for a walk using his wheelchair unless we drove somewhere first.  Here the land and neighbourhood is flat.  Perfect for a jaunt around the block for a walk or a bumpy ride on the rickety boardwalk to the estuary.  A fresh breeze from the ocean and a lightness of life abounds. 
While Merv pondered in respite the nominated bathroom renovator and his merry men spent four days gutting and refitting Merv's ensuite bathroom as a 'wet room'.  It is just perfect.
Fortunately Merv was in care while tradesmen hammered, drilled and generally made all types of noises while refitting all types of 'must haves'. 
Tomorrow the sky light will be fitted.  Thank goodness we can finally leave the light off in the living area.  Next week the blinds will be fitted and security to doors and windows.  The wilting garden looks at me in expectation.  I add a few flowers for colours but it's screaming for a makeover.
Merv doesn't care about the garden, he makes no mention of it.
Merv has been home with us only two weeks.  I have taken him out for fish and chips by the water and shown him more shops than he would choose to remember.  Now I'm tired of the retailers.  I yearn for the sea breeze, the view of the waves lapping at the shore, children (ooh it's school holidays here) playing on the sand.  Yes it's time to down tools and refresh the soul.
Tomorrow I will take Merv and Mel down to the ocean and walk along the flat and winding path which runs close by.  We will breath in the fresh cool air from the ocean and be glad we moved here.

Fish and Chips by the water

16 minute walk  from home, wonderful view!