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I found the camera briefly, and got the photos on the puter, and now it’s lost again. It’s not the only important item suffering the lost, found, lost, found fate.

I found the ring I had thought was gone forever in Adelaide. I had tried to be relaxed about it and think about how it’s just an object, and life is bigger than that, yada yada. But I was feeling rather sooky about it anyway and now it’s much better. In other happy news I’ve finished a few things, some pants for the kid, a summer handbag for me (except for the button, which I’ve lost), the neice’s doll quilt (18 months late), and the Bloke’s quilt (more than two years late).


I like to think of myself as a person who isn’t very attached to objects and things and stuff. But I am. Most of us are. Moving is rather confronting in that regard. I’ve tossed and donated and garage saled and recycled and yet there are carloads and carloads and truckloads of things. We had to drive around yesterday looking for charity bins. Most of the ones we found were nearly full, so we’d get rid of one bag, then drive to the next one and repeat the process. Five bins later there was room in the car to collect the lad from Nanna’s. Christmas usually makes me feel ready to become a Minimalist and toss everything as I become swamped by all the new stuff. Moving house has the same effect. Having both at the same time makes me want to join a monastic order.

We had a quick dinner with friends last night, the kids hit the wall around 7pm, and the adults weren’t far behind. I was awake for the children’s fireworks, but I had been in my jarmies for some time. We saw in the new year in bed, surrounded by bags and boxes, unless of course the bags and boxes get up and move when the people go to sleep. We were woken by a drunk couple arguing outside our house at some stage, but it didn’t last long enough for me to get up and offer relationship advice (go home, sleep, and talk about it when you’ve sobered up). We got up this morning and walked into the city to find the Bloke some new jeans (same as the old ones, but without holes, they’re on sale at the moment) and the kid a few necessaries. If you have to hit the big yucky shops for post-Christmas sale prices, first thing in the morning on New Year’s Day is the time to do it. FYI: Hudsons coffee will be the only place open and they do now serve organic fairtrade coffee, but the staff may be too tired and hungover to notice you asking for it. I’m not really sure what I got, except that it was in a paper cup (which you get even if you’re drinking instore).

In other news, I’m now old enough that cabinet papers from the year of my birth are so old they are no longer secret. The new house, incidentally, is roughly the same vintage.


Last inner city curry on Sunday night. First country living beers (and soup from Nanna) on Monday. We’ve even got the new internet working (albeit slower than the current connection).

Now that I’ve finished the Masters, and the kid has started making a domestic contribution…


In between finding a job, and somewhere to live, I’ve got a list full of other stuff to do.

Today there was a lot of laundry, then I opped:


The kid assured me he didn’t need a nap, so he may never need the sheets I found.


Which is just as well because I’ve already started thinking of other things to do with at least one of them.


There are also six green tea cups (sans saucers, which is fine by me), 3/4 ball of pink wool/cotton blend (doll’s clothes in potentia), embroidery thread (in colours that co-ordinate with the felt I was given a little while ago) and the lad’s find.



More laundry, a haircut, and a search for a belty type thing to wear to dinner with Bob Geldof.

We considered the possibility of just driving a bit further, of stopping in Adelaide and heading on to Perth or something, but we thought the babysitters might get past “isn’t our grandchild cute and playful” and move into “when the hell are our kids taking their early-riser home?” or worse “we must remember never to babysit again!”. We also decided that we missed the kid, because he is quite fun.

It was a good trip. We got relaxed. We slept uninterrupted. We wine-tasted and olive-tasted and beer-tasted. We went out for dinner without taking turns to eat or rushing home to a babysitter. We had coffee with a rural-living friend. We had time to make things up and be silly and pretend we lived on an olive farm.

I also knitted. Before we left I finished the vest.

It’s far from perfect, but he seems to like it, and it’s warm.

I also turned the heel on my socks (yipee!) and bought patterns in op shops. It may be tricky ensuring Iona doesn’t take them home. The Corowa op shop has lots of buttons sorted thoughtfully into sets, but be warned, they have happy clappy music playing and books about finding your Way.

I think it’s important to bring back a bit of the holiday spirit to help you keep relaxed when you get home.

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