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Living in Never Neverland…

Just call me Peter Pan. I’ve been sleepless and so maniacally busy this week, I haven’t had a second to sit down and seriously reflect and post to you about anything. I’m in a bit of a tizzy.

You’ve been on my mind. Constantly. I’ve written three drafts of various posts, none of which, when I look back at them, feel right for you or for me. So, I’m trashing them.

I’ve been hijacked to Never Neverland…

Between “Tales of my terriers” and Other Dog Stories… and my story about Murphy, My First Therapy Dog… and his death in 2003, I left you hanging.

There’s more to tell about how I acquired my two Dandie Dinmont Terriers, Riley and Lucy, a rare breed I’m positively passionate about.

Between all this and so much more, I feel I’ve been hijacked to Never Neverland. I lose track of time, of which day it is. Please forgive me. Starting today, I’m going to catch you up.

It’s all this moving house that’s throwing me off my game. I’m a bit discombobulated. It’s 1:45 a.m. and I’ve not even taken my pills. Not good, for a kidney transplant patient. Or my Tegretol. No wonder I can’t concentrate.

Downsizing and moving isn’t easy…

Especially while I’m teaching and blogging. You are always at on my mind. If I miss a day of posting, I’m riddled with guilt. If I don’t reply to your comments, I’m frantic. As if I’m abandoning you. I’m not. It’s just that there simply aren’t enough hours in the day for me right now.

This was a wild and crazy week.

I’ll save my “Father’s Day” tale of my terriers and their run-in with a cat for another post. It’s a doozy.

Let’s just jump to this Tuesday. I had a dentist’s appointment miles away in the neighbouring city of Toronto called Mississauga. That 7 a.m. appointment necessitated my waking up at 5 a.m. and getting out of the house at 6 a.m. On about three hours of sleep.

Sleeplessness is potentially deadly for me ~ for you, too, I imagine. It can really muck around with our circadian rhythms and it really gets me into trouble. Still, I was managing. Hanging on by my fingertips.

Then I had to teach my class at 10:45 a.m.. Then I rushed home to prepare a speech, which I delivered that evening at a 6 p.m. Annual General Meeting of the Peel Branch of the Canadian Mental Health Association ~ which turned out to be quite the event.

And guess where that meeting was… back in Mississauga.

I’m utterly exhausted, dizzied by all I have to do before we move in one month…

I haven’t read a newspaper properly in days. This kills me.

The G20 and G8 summits are right here in Toronto and up north in Huntsville ~ luckily I don’t live downtown ~ still, I feel completely out of touch. It’s tremendously stressful, but I must carry on. What’s the alternative? No one else can do all the preparation ~ the banking, the mortgage arranging, the finance bridging, the initialing and dating of papers. The paperwork is endless.

In between all this, I’m planning the mechanics of this move. Because I lost my chequebook last week, I had to alert all the companies and utilities to whom pre-authorized payments are issued each month about my new chequing account number. What a pain. Just what I needed.

Plus, I’m arranging for movers and painters and handymen help me execute this move.

And finally, last night, we attended a big family shindig. It was a gorgeous affair. But to be honest, between Tuesday and Thursday, I’ve sandwiched in a month of activity.

Having lots of energy helps, but I am feeling pushed to the limit…

While the world is planning vacations, I’m working harder than ever before. I thrive on it, but a little break would be nice.  No such luck, right now, though.

So, right now, I’m signing off. It’s 4:29 p.m. I began this post at 6:15 a.m. this morning. My phone keeps ringing and there are so many distractions, I need a bit of downtime. So guess what I’m going to do?  I’m going to tether Lucy and Riley together and take them for a spin around the block.

Speak soon and please know that I’m thinking of you and with you. Emotionally. I’m following you. I have not forgotten you. Really. You mean the world to me. It’s just that in Never Neverland, I’m in another paradigm. I know things will fall into place, but when? Can you tell me when.

With love and hugs from Never Neverland.


Living in Never Neverland…

Sandy Naiman

Sandy Naiman is a Toronto freelance journalist.

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Naiman, S. (2019). Living in Never Neverland…. Psych Central. Retrieved on June 1, 2020, from


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