The bed's a bit big.....

Today, I helped my son who is home for a week or so, get his bed in his room. He works FIFO (fly in fly out), so is only home a week or so every four to five weeks.  Well so far we have a room, a big ass bed and a big screen TV.  Well I guess he is sorted!

Other that that I've had a rather full on day.  A painter came to paint some the porch and front door.  A friend of mine came to fix the stereo (it would appear to NOT be my amplifier so I'll have to test the turntable next).  After that I went to the gym where I walked/ran on the running machine, swam laps then had a spa before taking myself to the steam room and then the sauna!
All in all; a good day.

Tonight, the girl and I thought we'd see whats around down this way. They have this pop up bar thingo at the City of Kingston so we figured we may go and see what its like.

Of course, it hard to get used to going out and not drinking!  But I'm doing it!

:(

Today is really difficult.  This day, a year ago, my Dad died.

I'm not going to cry because quite frankly, I think there are other days far sorrier.  Like his birthdays or Christmas's.
And oh, how he loved Christmas!  The tree; the food; the presents!

So this one is for you Pops.  Chin chin!

I love you.

Enough already...

Well I have to say I'm coming out of it.  I stay awake during the day and do all kinds of stuff; of course it is hard to have stuff to do when you can't spent a cent! I'm on lock down - self imposed.

I've literally been to Hell and back.  My memory hasn't been worth paper it's written on and gaps in my conversation make that more that obvious.  As if that wasn't bad enough, try 2 chipped teeth, my eyes - both sight and visually have a problem and I'm weaker on the left hand side (which equates to the right!)

Yeah. I'm a picture of heath.  I'm still not back at work; it's going on 4 months now.  I went for lunch with the guys but they got the new, quieter thinner version.

I started my "rehab" at the place where I work.  I mean how are you supposed to get better at home..?  I spend my day alone walking and cleaning up.  Then I watch a movie and hang til the girl gets home.  I'm quite simply put, going mad.  Stark raving mad!  I wan't to go back to work (never thought I'd say that lol)

And aside from it all, I've changed the personality of what I was.  I don't know why. Where once I was loud, now I'm more thoughtful.  But the loudness I see as bravado; because twice I marched in front of a line of people that stretched out the door. saying "they're calling me!", and caught a plane to Sydney on the weekend and not a person said a peep!

Oh my brothers place is gorgeous!

It's all about the space...

Well its moving day.  Kind of.  The house is full of boxes.  The truck is hired.  Am about to go the the real estate agent and swap bags of money for the keys; and then I live in a real house again.  Don't get me wrong, I loved the fact that were in a shopping centre on a main road.

That we could go out the back and hear music playing from the pub two doors down was a real coo; but the rats! As long as from wrist to elbow - and that isn't a lie.  I can hear them at night, which is better that knowing they were creeping through my bedroom.

Still, now that the council is onto them, the stench is gone but hey, the harmony I felt when I first moved (unbeknown to me, they were growing even then) is gone.

So this is my last chance to write for a little bit.  I've got no internet because they haven't worked out if there is a line there and I can't remember what it looks like - but I'll go.  Sigh...

It is time to work...  At least then I don't think about the Squeeze.

Taking time...

Well I decided to keep at it, even though I'm getting zippo in the joy department.

Everything seems to want to rectify itself so slowly.  The worst is the terrible exhaustion, which if I'm honest, threatens to consume me.

We are moving into a new house.  Most unfortunate in timing but there it is.  I'll be out of shopping strip, rats and life and in to suburbia; of course if I don't get my license back, God knows how I'm going to get anywhere!

I'm knee deep in boxes and if I'm honest, I want to do all the wrapping myself to make sure it's done correctly.  Yeah; I'm asking myself that same question.  Why don't I give some of it over to my kids..?  Well, that would be easier if they were here.  There out having a good time since I'm not mumbling and horsefly swatting myself.  In other words, since they can understand me, I'm fine.

You'll have to bear with me because I'm teaching myself to touch type again.  Well its funny... It's not exactly teaching myself to type; its teaching myself not to be dyslexic.  I type all the damned words out but I have to go back and correct more words that not.

Oh well, more later.  I'm off to the movies with a friend.