Day 2 ends (forgot the sequence on this)

The ending to Day 2 was all about getting home to sort through my things, to take delivery of goods, to re-discover what has been missing for so long ... well, a week or so. [it is, I think, interesting that I am still noticing the absence of things, but then find them later (e.g. money bowl, sharpening stone), but some remain 'lost']For the most part, there was a lot of things to put into the kitchen, to get set up for cooking/cleaning, and clothes to carefully put away - Kristie and Felix came to help, and she carefully folded everything, before stacking into piles where she wanted things to be ... One thing that is especially obvious/apparent is that I really, really have too much room for just 1 person ... Now, what to do about that, hey?
Went to Cyril Walker at lunch, and they had a rather neat little BBB rainjacket, which the gent seemed to feel would be most suitable ... although he did suggest the Santini jacket instead ... which they did not have in stock ... Many things to spend money on, but whether to and/or when is the challenge - after all, am only in that part of the City for another7 days ... then off to the Docklands site, to try something new - or, rather, do the same thing, but in a different locality. Again. So soon after moving, yet again. And again ... Seems to be the theme of the last few years?
Anyway, the Giant is back together, after a few glitches working out how things best go together - still not getting any better doing those rear wheels, I tell you! Still, the only way I am going to get Bernini back together is to buy a multi-tool, ride it, tweak it, and keep refining the position - who knows, maybe one day (in the not so distant future, I hope) I will (finally) have got it together and actually be comfortable on the bike(s)? Of course, by then I will have probably developed my flexibity some more, and need to reposition myself, so the synergy will be transitory at best?
The train trip back was insane! Got to the North Melbourne station, onto the train, and then was entertained literally most of the way by a girl studying a Diploma of Preaching with the aim of becoming a Pentecostal Minister, and a guy studying to be a teacher, but was barely more than a child himself, at least in attitude, etc. But the girl too was quite innocent in her own way; however, more a blissfully conscious unawareness, choosing to be closed to uncertainty and doubt. When in doubt, the Lord will provide/ protect? I read an interesting FAQ about Sumer ... although I am a bit concerned about where I am getting these pages from, for I read a paper the other morning discussing Derrida + drugs, but am unsure where it originated from ... I think the FAQs contained a lot of transliteration of available texts, as there seemed to be a certain consistency with the tales being repeated? I noticed this too with the Oxford text, which seemed to indicate, at least to my own mind, that there were certain cuniform characters utilised in repeated patterns, so that the interpretation/translation of them seemed to be inconquent, or at least sensically inconsistent?
Cooked a rather simple little vegetable fritarta, as I still have a large number of vegies in the fridge, and must do my best to utilise them - remember, 5 serves of f&v per day ... or something like that, anyway ;)