Received a text from Moira saying 'Chat tonite' but am completely ambiguous as to whether that means that she is to appear on my doorstep, and we will talk? Or, she will going flying past, and will chat by Messenger tonight?
Relationships are like gardens. You spend all this time preparing the bed, building the soil up, turning/refreshing, making it (you) as healthy and attractive as possible. But you do not then just throw seeds in and walk away. You nuture the new growth, watering, fertilising, clearing away opportunistic weeds, stimulating/guiding the growth, then reap the rewards ...
Well, I thought it was cute/good, anyway ... And let us be realistic here, I am going to probably be the only one who will read this ... ;)
In other news, I am solidly SICK of all the cleaning that I am doing-has this woman had a brain freeze, and just given up? Has she not heard of annual/periodic cleaning? Certainly am not the most freaky of clean freaks, but the amount of dust is just killing me-swear it is like 6" thick under the bed!!! Actually, it is not, but you get the idea ... Hmm, anyway, am just focussed upon the slow and steady mode-guess that is the advantage of having such a small space? Other than that, and the electric stove, it is disarmingly cute there ...
Gawd, what else have I done this week??? Um, worked, chatted to Moira, went for a drink (or three) with JimE, went to Jan Power's Farmers Markets down near the PowerHouse, and had a trip over to West End for a haircut (got clipper job, but he charged the same as for a 'real' cut!!!), octupii (which seem to have gone well with a lime/garlic/ginger flavouring?), and a wander about, just to see what was happening in the 'old' burb ... Oh, and Sue told me on Tuesday night - Trivia with the boys (but it seems that it started an hour earlier, but crossed lines of communication meant that few were aware. Not that mattered for me, as I was working until 1830, anyway), and then onto Lock n Load for a few, in the midst of an extremely heavy Brisbane rainstorm - that she was not coping, so going away for a month to Europe (e.g. Germany/Spain) ... Oh, and G-Man rang me late on Friday night, and JimE got a bit jealous at how long I was away chatting??? Then went to collect mail at PO Box, called Moira, then walked home via cliffs chatting ... Until the battery suddenly cut out ... :o
Awoke this morning feeling very, very sore :( Back is still twinging sporadically ... is it kidneys? Or a momento of fractured ribs? Does hurt like buggery!!! Oh yeah, took bike out for spin (see tyre anecdote above), came back via New Farm Park, thought to jump over the double speed bumps, as you do-landed and nearly fell off from the pain at the jarring of the clavicle ...
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