Yesterday ....

I got up, cleaned up and then went to St Leonards. 

I took Sharpie who loves a run on the beach and to sniff everything.  I went and picked my Mum up and took her and Sharpie to the pub (after a bit of arguing!)  :P  He is quite good at the pub, he just sits under the table outside and receives pats off gushing strangers.

We had a great afternoon!  One moment I'm sitting there listening to Tiny Dancer by Elton John, drinking a Corona; and I suddenly thought, I don't think I'd change where I am at this moment.

After a couple of hours we went back to Mum's where I washed her car and then I slunk off home.  I felt satisfied!

The weekend is here...

I have to wonder why I look forward to the weekend so damned much...  I'm not doing anything. At least not anything wonderful or fabulous.

I thought I had a lunch thing on with my sister Sunday but she's stuck at their investment property cleaning and won't get back (and I'm not desperate for company; at least not desperate enough to go clean a house!)   That means, from Friday night after my interview, I came home and there I will have stayed until Monday.   Well other than to walk the dog and go to the supermarket!

I wonder if this is the norm for single people...?

In the old days when I was single, I'd text one of my friends and go do something. Sure; I live in another town now and don't know many people which I guess is a problem. But how many close friends do people have?

Maybe I'm erroneous when it comes to memory, painting what didn't happen.  I think I had weekends on my own then; if I recall, I hated them.  Now, I like them fine.

My house is sparkling.  My yard is also sparkling!  It's three o'clock and I've got pizza bases proving in the kitchen.  I just poured my first glass of wine.  Does life get any better...?

Jobs and things...

I have a job interview tomorrow.  I'm not sure how I'll go because my memory is crap, and I can never remember what to say.  I've had about 3-4 interviews in the last year which have all gone pair shaped.

So; I'm not going to focus on it.  I'll go... I'll prepare... But I'm not holding out hope!

I had stayed at my sisters for the night as her hubby had gone away.  It was an enjoyable evening; in the country with the rain pouring on the pool and us tucked inside.  We ate and then put a spooky movie on (before she fell into a drunken slumber lol).   We got up at 6.30, ate omelettes and she went to work and I came home and walked Sharpie.

All in all, it was a good day!

Rings and things...

Last week I picked a ring up from the jewellers. It had two little stones missing and since it was tight, I didn't bother wearing it.  But I took it in and had the stones replaced; it is gorgeous.

Still; I wonder what causes someone to sell their jewellery?

I bought 3 rings of this woman in Sydney.  This beautiful diamond one, and two garnet ones. All rose gold.  I gave a garnet one to my sister and kept one.  It was twelve years ago, maybe more. You can't find bargain like that on ebay anymore  :(

Oh well!

Every so often...

I get tired of struggling through this life.
I wonder if anyone else does..?