15+ years ago, if I'd known what I know now, I would rather have spent my hard-saved cash and bought CDs instead of cassettes! Having to buy replacement CDs is expensive, even if they are so old and 'dated' that they're in the 'budget/sale' section of the online shop! I suppose in future, we'll feel the same way about having 'wasted' money on CDs, except even though everything is now mp3/digital/electronic/virtual, CDs can still be ripped... a DVD drive reads CDs... nothing reads cassettes anymore!
I have a double tapedeck, 3CD hifi (wow, ancient even to call it that), and the tapedecks had been all that I'd had left apart from the radio (this was before G and I met, before we hooked up the 'media computer' etc) as the CD player on that thing was a bitch from pretty much the word go and I stopped using it a long time ago. I don't miss twisted, shredded cassettes though, and misaligned tape heads were the bane of my music enjoyment, but at least the tapedecks still worked. Now, however, I don't think they do anymore.
Part of the reason I wanted to record the voiceclip (and another tape from my childhood*) was because wherever we go in life, I doubt we'd buy a tapedecked soundsystem again, and it'd be a pity to lose these memories. So we've been 'ripping' sound from the tapes (only the music/things we can't buy replacements for), and the sound output has been getting worse and worse, as if the music was being submerged into a bowl of water! I suspect the elastic bands inside the decks are... aged LOL. We're going to try hook up G's mini-hifi to see if his tapedeck does a better job, and I sincerely hope it does! We don't have that many tapes we want to preserve, pleeaase, Tapedeck God, smile on us a short while longer...
* My sis, my 2 younger cousins and I at one stage spent a good time recording a Goon-show style tape. It's terribly embarrassing listening to it now, but it's such a precious timetunnel to back then as the memories it conjures up are so vivid. It's also nice to hear the adult family members who are caught on tape in the background of the 'show'.
I might just try to blackmail my cousin/s at a later date though - watch this space *rubs hands together evilly* - as there's some "usable" material of my cousin (probably 2 at the time) singing her version of Achy Breaky Heart!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
On a happier note
... or rather, a less contemplative/introspective note!
Just had home-made sushi for supper, sitting chilling before heading to bed, and I just remembered (scrolling down to previous posts) that I need to put up the pics from the Halloween party. I'm pretty tired now, so maybe tomorrow.
In other news - I only just discovered the 'followers' widgetmabobbie on here, so I added it to mah bloggeh. I now can see that I have two followers *waves* I'll try not to go overboard with melodrama and stuff (I hope I'm not whiny - forgive me if I have been in the past), and my language rating has come down (from probably at least PG18 LOL) of late which I'm relieved about - work stress just doesn't do a person any favours, does it - so I'll try and keep it like that too. I must say this more cheerful colour scheme is more than just a visual improvement ^.^
To be honest, I have actually stitched a bit since posting the 'Q&A' post a few days ago. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! I'll probably stitch a bit on and off - watch this space for photo updates!
Just had home-made sushi for supper, sitting chilling before heading to bed, and I just remembered (scrolling down to previous posts) that I need to put up the pics from the Halloween party. I'm pretty tired now, so maybe tomorrow.
In other news - I only just discovered the 'followers' widgetmabobbie on here, so I added it to mah bloggeh. I now can see that I have two followers *waves* I'll try not to go overboard with melodrama and stuff (I hope I'm not whiny - forgive me if I have been in the past), and my language rating has come down (from probably at least PG18 LOL) of late which I'm relieved about - work stress just doesn't do a person any favours, does it - so I'll try and keep it like that too. I must say this more cheerful colour scheme is more than just a visual improvement ^.^
To be honest, I have actually stitched a bit since posting the 'Q&A' post a few days ago. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! I'll probably stitch a bit on and off - watch this space for photo updates!
*blank*
I have no concise words to try and describe how I'm feeling, but I will try.
I just, finally, 6 years after he passed away, listened to a tape recording of my dad's voice.
He was 81 when he passed away, I had just turned 22. Yes, there was a significant generation gap.
It was a few days after my birthday. He was 'fine' at my 21st party. A few weeks after the party, he and my mom finally got a diagnosis of what had been causing him trouble for a while: he had throat cancer.
I won't go into detail of what happened, but he had had a scratchy, husky voice for a while, had to clear his throat all the time, at times looking up made him cough so much he felt he was choking (I think he actually did, sometimes), but it was put down to being postnasal drip, or age, I think, or something unimportant/insignificant.
I remember Mom breaking the news to us, sitting with us in the lounge, trying to keep a brave face while speaking, saying that it's 'just cancer' and he'll go through radiation treatment and throat surgery, but we'll stay strong and see him through it.
He had a tracheotomy. He went through a horrific operation, and it was horrible to see him afterwards, in the ICU ward, all puffy and stitched all around his neck. He never had a voice again, after that. As he improved in hospital, he got given a bib to wear, to cover his throat hole so that it wouldn't get dry. He was supposed to block the hole with his thumb, so that he could expel air through his throat so that he could speak. He couldn't smell anymore, and he struggled so much to try speak again, but he never managed properly and would get so frustrated that he just ended up wheezing angrily at us, while mouthing the words he was trying to say.
He had to go through radiation therapy for a good while after that, as there were other tumours around his neck/upper chest/shoulders area, and it made him quite weak. He really struggled, and if I remember correctly, after the new year he started to decline. He ended up sleeping more and more, and having moments where he blacked out and fell over while he was awake and up and about, which forced Mom to take him to hospital as she could no longer look after him properly in that state (sleeping all the time).
He was in hospital for a short while (I don't recall how long, I think maybe a week or two), and the medical aid was causing hassles, saying that they were no longer going to cover him in hospital, that Mom would need to look after him at home. In the meantime, during his hospital 'stay', he deteriorated more and more, until he was asleep/not aware of anything most of the time. Basically, his brain was shutting down bit by bit, at that time. He just faded continuously, and I believe he passed away in the depths of one of his long, 'peaceful' 'sleeps'.
I had just started a new job that week, and had to take time off from work. I don't know (don't care) how bothered they were, as a person only really has one father.
I've gone on, all this time, with distanced memories of him. I've been trying to 'capture' as much of him as I can, by way of scanning all the family photos, scanning his folder of war-era correspondence (he was a reluctant member of the compulsory parades!) and other papers, without really letting myself *remember* him, if that makes any sense.
Recording this voice clip has been put aside for a months; I wanted to wait until I felt strong enough to listen to it. Mom reassured me that it was humorous, that it wasn't all emotional and depressing, like him saying a 'final farewell' or anything, but said that it upset her to listen to it because of how bad his voice sounded and that it angered her that the doctors at the time couldn't really be bothered to investigate his problem properly, which led to a significant delay in diagnosis (and subsequent treatment). Basically, their disinterest led to his getting past a 'recovery' point, cancer-wise.
I just listened to this clip, and it's true. His voice is unmistakably his, but it sounds so terribly damaged. His 'voice' when he tried to speak after the operation was croaky, burpy almost, but his voice in the clip is so bad, so damaged, that I understand. I feel Mom's pain. He sounds so oldly youthful, like a lively elderly gentleman, think David Attenborough (on his Trials of Life documentary series), but with a faulty voice. It sounds, now, so wrong, compared to the memory of how his real voice sounded. This isn't his real voice, but it's the only voiceclip we have. And since it's him, I've saved a copy on the computer. At least it won't be lost, it can be backed up.
I hope this post isn't as dismally depressing as I suspect it might be. I just wanted to try express my feelings about this - I haven't really, before.
I just, finally, 6 years after he passed away, listened to a tape recording of my dad's voice.
He was 81 when he passed away, I had just turned 22. Yes, there was a significant generation gap.
It was a few days after my birthday. He was 'fine' at my 21st party. A few weeks after the party, he and my mom finally got a diagnosis of what had been causing him trouble for a while: he had throat cancer.
I won't go into detail of what happened, but he had had a scratchy, husky voice for a while, had to clear his throat all the time, at times looking up made him cough so much he felt he was choking (I think he actually did, sometimes), but it was put down to being postnasal drip, or age, I think, or something unimportant/insignificant.
I remember Mom breaking the news to us, sitting with us in the lounge, trying to keep a brave face while speaking, saying that it's 'just cancer' and he'll go through radiation treatment and throat surgery, but we'll stay strong and see him through it.
He had a tracheotomy. He went through a horrific operation, and it was horrible to see him afterwards, in the ICU ward, all puffy and stitched all around his neck. He never had a voice again, after that. As he improved in hospital, he got given a bib to wear, to cover his throat hole so that it wouldn't get dry. He was supposed to block the hole with his thumb, so that he could expel air through his throat so that he could speak. He couldn't smell anymore, and he struggled so much to try speak again, but he never managed properly and would get so frustrated that he just ended up wheezing angrily at us, while mouthing the words he was trying to say.
He had to go through radiation therapy for a good while after that, as there were other tumours around his neck/upper chest/shoulders area, and it made him quite weak. He really struggled, and if I remember correctly, after the new year he started to decline. He ended up sleeping more and more, and having moments where he blacked out and fell over while he was awake and up and about, which forced Mom to take him to hospital as she could no longer look after him properly in that state (sleeping all the time).
He was in hospital for a short while (I don't recall how long, I think maybe a week or two), and the medical aid was causing hassles, saying that they were no longer going to cover him in hospital, that Mom would need to look after him at home. In the meantime, during his hospital 'stay', he deteriorated more and more, until he was asleep/not aware of anything most of the time. Basically, his brain was shutting down bit by bit, at that time. He just faded continuously, and I believe he passed away in the depths of one of his long, 'peaceful' 'sleeps'.
I had just started a new job that week, and had to take time off from work. I don't know (don't care) how bothered they were, as a person only really has one father.
I've gone on, all this time, with distanced memories of him. I've been trying to 'capture' as much of him as I can, by way of scanning all the family photos, scanning his folder of war-era correspondence (he was a reluctant member of the compulsory parades!) and other papers, without really letting myself *remember* him, if that makes any sense.
Recording this voice clip has been put aside for a months; I wanted to wait until I felt strong enough to listen to it. Mom reassured me that it was humorous, that it wasn't all emotional and depressing, like him saying a 'final farewell' or anything, but said that it upset her to listen to it because of how bad his voice sounded and that it angered her that the doctors at the time couldn't really be bothered to investigate his problem properly, which led to a significant delay in diagnosis (and subsequent treatment). Basically, their disinterest led to his getting past a 'recovery' point, cancer-wise.
I just listened to this clip, and it's true. His voice is unmistakably his, but it sounds so terribly damaged. His 'voice' when he tried to speak after the operation was croaky, burpy almost, but his voice in the clip is so bad, so damaged, that I understand. I feel Mom's pain. He sounds so oldly youthful, like a lively elderly gentleman, think David Attenborough (on his Trials of Life documentary series), but with a faulty voice. It sounds, now, so wrong, compared to the memory of how his real voice sounded. This isn't his real voice, but it's the only voiceclip we have. And since it's him, I've saved a copy on the computer. At least it won't be lost, it can be backed up.
I hope this post isn't as dismally depressing as I suspect it might be. I just wanted to try express my feelings about this - I haven't really, before.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Stitching Q&A
Ganked from Joyce's page, a Q&A about cross-stitch.
Here's my go:
10. Do you have a stitching chair?
Not really - will have to see how things are in Aus.
11. Do your children/pets get into your stitching things?
To quote J, "No kids, no pets. LOL!!" except no pets "...that can get into my stitching things" as he lives in his cage. I think he'd shred the fabric in a matter of moments!
12. Do you participate in any stitching forums?
Nope. Too busy haunting the SA/Australia forums ;-)
Here's my go:
1. What are you stitching at the moment?
Janlynn's Apache Wedding Blessing - but it's on hold in preparation for the move.
2. How many finishes have you had this year? Small? Medium? Large? Extra Large?
1 - large (I think it's huge!!) - Kustom Krafts - Golden Ice
3. Do you think you will finish any more in the next month and a half before the end of the year?
No way. 5 weeks til we move out of our home, plus Xmas shopping and other goings-on to do with year-end :P
4. If you could buy 1 thing for yourself what would it be? (Doesn't have to be stitching)
Just one thing - that's limited LOL. Like J, a house in Aus... or a car. Or a business that makes mucho moola and then I can live off the dividends/etc and can then buy anything *else* I want! Ok but seriously-ish... sheesh, I can't think of anything!
5. What is the best thing you have ever stitched?
I've only stitched 3 'biggies', and I can't choose between them!
6. Do you like making lists?
Definitely! I'm crazy with lists and kept myself alive at work when it was uber-dull by going through my lists repeatedly. Am I OCD yet?
7. Do you stitch in rotation (how does it work?) or OAAT?
I do one at a time, except when I've hit a lull with one and JUST CAN'T HELP myself and just HAVE TO touch the next one's virgin threads + fabric... but then I get back to the other and finish it.
8. What is the next thing you plan to stitch?
Can't yet decide between Dimensions - Gentle Strength and Character Creations' - Motion (Arabian & Swallow). I have to buy threads for Motion so I might just be 'lazy' and do the kitted Gentle Strength first.
9. What is your fave ONS? And why?
123Stitch too - efficient and their range is unsurpassable! I won't look on there for a good long time as I have um... at least 7 charts lined up already waiting...
Janlynn's Apache Wedding Blessing - but it's on hold in preparation for the move.
2. How many finishes have you had this year? Small? Medium? Large? Extra Large?
1 - large (I think it's huge!!) - Kustom Krafts - Golden Ice
3. Do you think you will finish any more in the next month and a half before the end of the year?
No way. 5 weeks til we move out of our home, plus Xmas shopping and other goings-on to do with year-end :P
4. If you could buy 1 thing for yourself what would it be? (Doesn't have to be stitching)
Just one thing - that's limited LOL. Like J, a house in Aus... or a car. Or a business that makes mucho moola and then I can live off the dividends/etc and can then buy anything *else* I want! Ok but seriously-ish... sheesh, I can't think of anything!
5. What is the best thing you have ever stitched?
I've only stitched 3 'biggies', and I can't choose between them!
6. Do you like making lists?
Definitely! I'm crazy with lists and kept myself alive at work when it was uber-dull by going through my lists repeatedly. Am I OCD yet?
7. Do you stitch in rotation (how does it work?) or OAAT?
I do one at a time, except when I've hit a lull with one and JUST CAN'T HELP myself and just HAVE TO touch the next one's virgin threads + fabric... but then I get back to the other and finish it.
8. What is the next thing you plan to stitch?
Can't yet decide between Dimensions - Gentle Strength and Character Creations' - Motion (Arabian & Swallow). I have to buy threads for Motion so I might just be 'lazy' and do the kitted Gentle Strength first.
9. What is your fave ONS? And why?
123Stitch too - efficient and their range is unsurpassable! I won't look on there for a good long time as I have um... at least 7 charts lined up already waiting...
10. Do you have a stitching chair?
Not really - will have to see how things are in Aus.
11. Do your children/pets get into your stitching things?
To quote J, "No kids, no pets. LOL!!" except no pets "...that can get into my stitching things" as he lives in his cage. I think he'd shred the fabric in a matter of moments!
12. Do you participate in any stitching forums?
Nope. Too busy haunting the SA/Australia forums ;-)
Friday, November 19, 2010
Reunited!
I'd been resigned to the fact that Frodge (as he has since been nicknamed) would not be able to accompany us on our journey across the seas.
Until I uncovered the heart...
The problem was that Frodge was filled with seasand, and the heart was filled with dried lavender - both UBERno-nos when it comes to customs/quarantine (correctly referred to here as AQIS from now on).
I asked G's mom very nicely if she wouldn't mind unpicking the stitches of the two of them, and emptying them for me. She did more than just that, she filled them both, lovingly restored them to 'full health' (with synthetic stuffing) and even gave Frodge heavy, beadfilled limbs!
As you can see, he's thrilled with the change, and can't wait to set off on the journey.
G's mom said in an sms, "An incredible flow of rough beach sand poured out of him.. Thousands of tiny shell fragments." It was poetic, and symbolic too - a hidden, secret beauty. We've decided that we're going to return the sand to the sea sometime, in honour of everything that must be left behind, and everything that cannot be 'taken' due to their intangibility.
The heart was a gift to us from G's parents, on the one side of the heart it has "girl" stitched in pink, and on the flipside it has "boy" stitched in blue. The i in girl is dotted with a bead, and the o in boy is a button.
Frodge, on the other hand, goes back a long way - I spotted a relative of his, at my aunt and uncle's place, being used as a doorstop (being filled with a load of sand, that was the point!). It was probably 'love at first sight' - I just couldn't be without one of my own. I was probably a tot of 2 years old, but I was decided: I had to have one! So, Aunt asked her colleague (who had made their one), strings were pulled etc etc, and he's been with me ever since. An odd sort of 'stuffed toy' if ever there was one, but he had a special place in my heart all these years, and voila, he will still, for a long time on!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Yes, I'm still alive!
I haven't died of allergies or empathies and sympathies... sorting out my stuff has been satisfactory. Accomplishments yay!
I've started typing up a list of everything we own, and so far have done our CDs, DVDs, PSP games, etc etc, and I've listed all my books. I'm not sure whether or not I'll do another cull - I suppose it can't hurt, but I don't want to get rid of (too much) stuff just for the sake of getting rid of stuff. But I'll see... I think actually diving in and tackling this huge job has made it easier to be stronger and 'mean' and decisive about getting rid of stuff.
This past week has been extremely tiring, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically, the works. It feels so long ago that we went to N+N's place for potjiekos (it was Friday evening!!), and then Saturday we... tidied up (had flat-viewers in the afternoon, with a visit from the owners of our unit), and went shopping. Sunday we went through to HBay to join Pop in celebrating his birthday. We borrowed his Woodstock and Isle of Wight festival DVDs. So far we've watched Woodstock and WOW... I can't believe it happened. 3+ days of it... I don't think I'd have survived... but I spose you wouldn't know for sure unless you were in that situation. But still. Hectic!
There are 75 days left til we jet off! G has 11 more working days. Crazy. What's weird is that we're already having people come and look at the place - we aren't out yet...! I know we aren't like, SPESHIL or anything, but still, it feels now, for REAL, that we're going. We're being replaced, as tenants... that feels weird. I guess I should start looking at places to rent in Brisbane, what'll feel weird there is looking at the listings and thinking that we will be (soon) using the 'contact the agent button!
Ok, I really could do with a new laptop. One that can handle firefox RSS thingie updating WITHOUT affecting something like blog-post composition. The typing 'lags'. Gughhh... so irritating.
I think that's all I can think of for now. Dude's my cute Dudelpudel. Love him to bits. G is my G. Love him to bits too.
That's all for now!
I've started typing up a list of everything we own, and so far have done our CDs, DVDs, PSP games, etc etc, and I've listed all my books. I'm not sure whether or not I'll do another cull - I suppose it can't hurt, but I don't want to get rid of (too much) stuff just for the sake of getting rid of stuff. But I'll see... I think actually diving in and tackling this huge job has made it easier to be stronger and 'mean' and decisive about getting rid of stuff.
This past week has been extremely tiring, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically, the works. It feels so long ago that we went to N+N's place for potjiekos (it was Friday evening!!), and then Saturday we... tidied up (had flat-viewers in the afternoon, with a visit from the owners of our unit), and went shopping. Sunday we went through to HBay to join Pop in celebrating his birthday. We borrowed his Woodstock and Isle of Wight festival DVDs. So far we've watched Woodstock and WOW... I can't believe it happened. 3+ days of it... I don't think I'd have survived... but I spose you wouldn't know for sure unless you were in that situation. But still. Hectic!
There are 75 days left til we jet off! G has 11 more working days. Crazy. What's weird is that we're already having people come and look at the place - we aren't out yet...! I know we aren't like, SPESHIL or anything, but still, it feels now, for REAL, that we're going. We're being replaced, as tenants... that feels weird. I guess I should start looking at places to rent in Brisbane, what'll feel weird there is looking at the listings and thinking that we will be (soon) using the 'contact the agent button!
Ok, I really could do with a new laptop. One that can handle firefox RSS thingie updating WITHOUT affecting something like blog-post composition. The typing 'lags'. Gughhh... so irritating.
I think that's all I can think of for now. Dude's my cute Dudelpudel. Love him to bits. G is my G. Love him to bits too.
That's all for now!
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Where?
If this is not a place where tears are understood,
where can I go to cry?
If this is not a place where my spirit can take wing,
where can I go to fly?
If this is not a place where my questions can be asked,
where can I go to seek?
If this is not a place where my heart cries can be heard,
where can I go to speak?
If this is not a place where my spirit can take wing,
where can I go to fly?
-- Unknown
Monday, November 01, 2010
Significance
Today, we have 90 days 'til we fly. And tomorrow we will have been married for 2 years.
Time flies!
Yesterday morning we met up for coffee with some people from the forum, and it was nice to chat to people in a similar kind of boat to us. I think the majority of us (+-15) are 'on our way' (got visas) but it was still interesting to hear other people's stories. It's also unusual to actually go into a bit of detail about our Aus plans, explaining what we intend doing there, because most of the people we usually talk to (friends/family) don't really know the ins and outs of the migration 'process' so we kinda simplify our 'updates' to save their sanity.
Yesterday afternoon we spent a bit of time shopping at the mall we met up at for coffee, getting goodies for tomorrow. We chilled the rest of the afternoon and then headed out (after much preparation) to the Halloween party at N & N's place. I wasn't able to be as thorough with my costume as I'd intended, but I managed well enough and 'lurched' in the doorway to much gasps and laughter when we arrived. Once the obligatory pictures are up and tagged on FB I will gank them and put them up here.
We got to bed pretty late but still had to be up a 'normal' time this morning as we needed to tidy up: the landlady popped in to check out a few things to be fixed. Despite the continuing improvements to the house (which make it nicer and more like a home) on the part of the 'landlords', the fact that we have only 2 months left in this place (aw, boo!) makes me feel very unrooted now. I've been slack with the whole sorting thing, but one can only manage so much in one go, so this coming week I should be able to fully throw myself into it again. Gotta get stuck into it!
This time period is also the beginning of the closing... giving notice to medical aid and ISP etc etc etc. It all starts now!
G's work finishes end of November. It'll be his turn to cull his stuff soon. Hopefully by then I'd be finished. Ok that makes it sound like I have LOADS of stuff, but it's just that I'd probably re-assess what I've got once or twice more.
Tomorrow the 'alarm-wires' guy is coming to see what all he needs to do. We got the new windows etc done in May, and yes, it's been that long without a working alarm system! It hit me last week that I'm sitting at home these days, all by myself, and there are no working panic buttons. Not great. So he's coming tomorrow and might also actually rewire the whole thing straight away.
Just in case there's any curiosity about how uninspired my blogposts are these days, it's because I usually open up the 'compose blogpost' page when I get an idea, and by the time I actually get to typing (hours later), I've lost my inspiration. So these days my blogposts don't seem to have much direction LOL. This time my distraction was looking at old school photos on Facebook. I don't feel very much as if I've grown up or changed as much as everyone else. I still kinda feel the same... but in other ways I feel completely removed from those times. I guess it's a good thing.
I don't want to start a cycle of contemplation *now*, on top of this whole emigration thing, but I think once things are settled again, I want to study a bit further. I don't know what, but I'd like to broaden my horizons. If nothing else, I'd like to take classes and learn something non-work-related.
On that note, I'll say au revoir, ciao for niao, etc.
Time flies!
Yesterday morning we met up for coffee with some people from the forum, and it was nice to chat to people in a similar kind of boat to us. I think the majority of us (+-15) are 'on our way' (got visas) but it was still interesting to hear other people's stories. It's also unusual to actually go into a bit of detail about our Aus plans, explaining what we intend doing there, because most of the people we usually talk to (friends/family) don't really know the ins and outs of the migration 'process' so we kinda simplify our 'updates' to save their sanity.
Yesterday afternoon we spent a bit of time shopping at the mall we met up at for coffee, getting goodies for tomorrow. We chilled the rest of the afternoon and then headed out (after much preparation) to the Halloween party at N & N's place. I wasn't able to be as thorough with my costume as I'd intended, but I managed well enough and 'lurched' in the doorway to much gasps and laughter when we arrived. Once the obligatory pictures are up and tagged on FB I will gank them and put them up here.
We got to bed pretty late but still had to be up a 'normal' time this morning as we needed to tidy up: the landlady popped in to check out a few things to be fixed. Despite the continuing improvements to the house (which make it nicer and more like a home) on the part of the 'landlords', the fact that we have only 2 months left in this place (aw, boo!) makes me feel very unrooted now. I've been slack with the whole sorting thing, but one can only manage so much in one go, so this coming week I should be able to fully throw myself into it again. Gotta get stuck into it!
This time period is also the beginning of the closing... giving notice to medical aid and ISP etc etc etc. It all starts now!
G's work finishes end of November. It'll be his turn to cull his stuff soon. Hopefully by then I'd be finished. Ok that makes it sound like I have LOADS of stuff, but it's just that I'd probably re-assess what I've got once or twice more.
Tomorrow the 'alarm-wires' guy is coming to see what all he needs to do. We got the new windows etc done in May, and yes, it's been that long without a working alarm system! It hit me last week that I'm sitting at home these days, all by myself, and there are no working panic buttons. Not great. So he's coming tomorrow and might also actually rewire the whole thing straight away.
Just in case there's any curiosity about how uninspired my blogposts are these days, it's because I usually open up the 'compose blogpost' page when I get an idea, and by the time I actually get to typing (hours later), I've lost my inspiration. So these days my blogposts don't seem to have much direction LOL. This time my distraction was looking at old school photos on Facebook. I don't feel very much as if I've grown up or changed as much as everyone else. I still kinda feel the same... but in other ways I feel completely removed from those times. I guess it's a good thing.
I don't want to start a cycle of contemplation *now*, on top of this whole emigration thing, but I think once things are settled again, I want to study a bit further. I don't know what, but I'd like to broaden my horizons. If nothing else, I'd like to take classes and learn something non-work-related.
On that note, I'll say au revoir, ciao for niao, etc.
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