Saturday Morning.
- Have had a bad cold all week.
+ I'm getting over it.
- Woke up yesterday to an early-warning phonecall that we were about to be served with an eviction notice! Extremely shocking and stressful and we had a really bad day. Rang our real estate agent (who is an arrogant bitch but has a name I love: Yvette) and she didn't know anything about it. She also hadn't answered Todd's email. OK, so she'd been on holidays, but no one had filled her in on the mess they created. She had a message to ring our landlord which she hadn't done yet. They created this panic and sent legal-ese letters to us and the landlord which were not relevant because we were not 10 days' behind on our rent to the tune of $500 (how did they come up with that figure anyway?). God, we couldn't hate them more, the sharks.
+ Turned out by the afternoon to be completely false, and our faith in our actual landlord reaffirmed. They are the coolest people ever - so easygoing - and we found out through the grapevine that they are really, really happy with us. We even found out that our opportunity of staying here is open-ended and more than likely, which relieved us a lot. For two years now we've been wondering, What if they want the house back? What of they need it for their daughter when she turns 18? We went from, "Jesus - we put all this money into crops and gardening on a property we don't even own and are soon to be summarily evicted from, and oh my God, they've heard us fight and they want us gone daddy gone and this fake arrears notice is the legal means to an end for them. WAH! And WTF? But we get on so well with them!" to, "Awww!!!" in the span of a day, but what a long day it was. What a continental shift of emotion and self-belief and faith in others and daunting prospects re moving on. We do wanna move to Richmond one day, but we're not ready yet!
- I put on 0.6 kg which bummed me out. 0.6 kg is fairly insignificant in the general scheme of things, I was told, but it's still up not down...
+ To be perfectly honest, I expected I'd put on much more! Must've been all those passionfruit I've been eating daily. 3-8 passionfruit a day for weeks. Yikes, Todd said I was hooked on them for about a month. I still want some now and was sad to accidentally pull an unripe but perfect-looking passionfruit off our own vine yesterday (it's not really growing season for them now it's Autumn)... Anyway: I think the passionfruit stood me in good stead because I ate a lot of dairy this past month (and hearty winter food). I can see it in my face and am more convinced than ever that we're not supposed to drink milk from another species as adult humans. But the downbeat aspect of all that passionfruit is that they're no longer the cheap fruit they once were in my South Pacific homeland. They vary from approx 60 - 98cents each. Each! A buck a passionfruit! That's approx. $120 I spent on passionfruit in a month! That's not including other food. I know I'm crazy but that's insane!
- So tired it's unbearable.
+ Don't need to do anything more pressing tomorrow than go to Ikea and pick up the shelves we need. And fill a prescription for my nerve pills (our new name for anti-Ds). And crave food. And sleep. And internet. And garden. And sweep out the aviary. Mow the lawn if I feel a lot better during the day. Colds are always worse in the morning and at night...
This stunning tree was for sale for (AUD)$750.00 at the recent plant collectors' fair.
If/when I ever own my own property, I'm planting a copse of maples for sure. I wish Sydney had more of them.
Brad Pitt was trying to develop a biopic about Jeff Buckley but Jeff's mum turned the script down. She said there were too many factual errors or leaps of plausibility or something. She's turned everyone down so far and is thinking she might have to pip them all at the post and come out with her own, just so he's honoured in a fitting way. Good on her! I wasn't into Jeff Buckley at the time particularly but I'd really like to give Grace a go.
OK, Ikea time! Time to face the madding Saturday morning crowd with their gawping and/or noisy children. Kill me. (Too sick to go yesterday as planned.)
+ I'm getting over it.
- Woke up yesterday to an early-warning phonecall that we were about to be served with an eviction notice! Extremely shocking and stressful and we had a really bad day. Rang our real estate agent (who is an arrogant bitch but has a name I love: Yvette) and she didn't know anything about it. She also hadn't answered Todd's email. OK, so she'd been on holidays, but no one had filled her in on the mess they created. She had a message to ring our landlord which she hadn't done yet. They created this panic and sent legal-ese letters to us and the landlord which were not relevant because we were not 10 days' behind on our rent to the tune of $500 (how did they come up with that figure anyway?). God, we couldn't hate them more, the sharks.
+ Turned out by the afternoon to be completely false, and our faith in our actual landlord reaffirmed. They are the coolest people ever - so easygoing - and we found out through the grapevine that they are really, really happy with us. We even found out that our opportunity of staying here is open-ended and more than likely, which relieved us a lot. For two years now we've been wondering, What if they want the house back? What of they need it for their daughter when she turns 18? We went from, "Jesus - we put all this money into crops and gardening on a property we don't even own and are soon to be summarily evicted from, and oh my God, they've heard us fight and they want us gone daddy gone and this fake arrears notice is the legal means to an end for them. WAH! And WTF? But we get on so well with them!" to, "Awww!!!" in the span of a day, but what a long day it was. What a continental shift of emotion and self-belief and faith in others and daunting prospects re moving on. We do wanna move to Richmond one day, but we're not ready yet!
- I put on 0.6 kg which bummed me out. 0.6 kg is fairly insignificant in the general scheme of things, I was told, but it's still up not down...
+ To be perfectly honest, I expected I'd put on much more! Must've been all those passionfruit I've been eating daily. 3-8 passionfruit a day for weeks. Yikes, Todd said I was hooked on them for about a month. I still want some now and was sad to accidentally pull an unripe but perfect-looking passionfruit off our own vine yesterday (it's not really growing season for them now it's Autumn)... Anyway: I think the passionfruit stood me in good stead because I ate a lot of dairy this past month (and hearty winter food). I can see it in my face and am more convinced than ever that we're not supposed to drink milk from another species as adult humans. But the downbeat aspect of all that passionfruit is that they're no longer the cheap fruit they once were in my South Pacific homeland. They vary from approx 60 - 98cents each. Each! A buck a passionfruit! That's approx. $120 I spent on passionfruit in a month! That's not including other food. I know I'm crazy but that's insane!
- So tired it's unbearable.
+ Don't need to do anything more pressing tomorrow than go to Ikea and pick up the shelves we need. And fill a prescription for my nerve pills (our new name for anti-Ds). And crave food. And sleep. And internet. And garden. And sweep out the aviary. Mow the lawn if I feel a lot better during the day. Colds are always worse in the morning and at night...
This stunning tree was for sale for (AUD)$750.00 at the recent plant collectors' fair.
If/when I ever own my own property, I'm planting a copse of maples for sure. I wish Sydney had more of them.
Brad Pitt was trying to develop a biopic about Jeff Buckley but Jeff's mum turned the script down. She said there were too many factual errors or leaps of plausibility or something. She's turned everyone down so far and is thinking she might have to pip them all at the post and come out with her own, just so he's honoured in a fitting way. Good on her! I wasn't into Jeff Buckley at the time particularly but I'd really like to give Grace a go.
OK, Ikea time! Time to face the madding Saturday morning crowd with their gawping and/or noisy children. Kill me. (Too sick to go yesterday as planned.)