I think we are going to live in a moving box

So we are surrounded by boxes - it seem millions of them. Little ones, big ones, some of them have little personalities. I was talking to one today and she said she was severely depressed by the taping job we had done on her. Something about unnecessary bikini line treatment. These, supposedly, singular purpose items are becoming needy and quite vile. I don't want to knowSo we are down to 10 days to moving and:

The septic is still septic - what did we put down there? There are those two missing B&B guests - hmmm

The government building inspector say all is well but won't put it in writing - bloody government employees

Our mortgage lady laughs every time we come into her office; she can't believe the conservative lenders of Canada will give us money - but she does say we're charming. Blimey that's without the banks knowing us. She says no Canadian would get the deal that Alan gets.

We have the moving team in place - abused friends of course

Appliances on order with the moving date in place - we chose them in 7 minutes of arriving in the store. We don't have time to dither about these thing and I wanted a drink.

Electric and plumbing guys are booked

AND - I've lost my sense of humour. I'm becoming my true profile: glum - well think about it the last time we moved we'd had slaves.

However, you should all pop over for the last event at HHH - yes it's going be the last song and dance. I will perform once drunk enough - many enjoy this particular part of the night. Party attendees have referred to it as the "spectacle". I slide, spin, shuffle, wiggle, and then finally lose my balance and head for the floor, usually in a dramatic backward 10 step program - or is that a program I should join? Alan gets rather upset with me and I have to go to bed where I stay for 12 hours. Hey, I fell because my ears were tired and I lost my balance. What's the issue. It's not like I killed the nasty dogs next door that we won't have to listen anymore.

From Alan's point of view it is embarrassing behaviour - even after 20 years of such events he can't look away. Well the "spectacle" is rather just too much fun not to watch. Mind you I don't have one on video. Maybe that has something to do with my singing ability.

Cheers all - keep on moving.
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An Easter Story

The sunny was streaming through the bedroom - a fine bright Easter morning. We'd just spent much of the weekend at the local parish church and we had one more mass to go to before having the great cooked breakfast and the ham roast in the late afternoon. I was rather excited thinking of the egg hunt after we'd had eaten. Daffodils would be all around and the house would have a feel of joy and relief having passed through Lent and Passion Week.

We always received a gift from our mom each year. A little souvenir of Easter that marked the day as the most important in the Christian calendar. It actually really out ranks Christmas on many levels

My gift was laying next to my bed. Wiping the sleep from my eyes and not really seeing clearly due to the beams of light I started to unwrap the gift.

To my shock it was a pair of white nylon socks. Okay I may have been all of 8 years of age but I had already developed an acute sense of dress. White socks are and will ever be an abomination. I list them among some of my other dislikes such as polyester jumpers, nylon trousers, paisley shirts, ice hockey shirts, flared jeans and horizontal stripes on fat people. How possibly could my mother get it wrong didn't she have any idea of what she was raising?

I sat there on the edge of my bed in pajamas (of course I had straighten so they fell in a flow) and the tears came. An 8 year that isn't understood is a little frustrated soldier; though the thought of fatigues also repulsed me.

Realising that I would be expected to wear these white things to mass caused a horrific sobbing to commence as it eased a catatonic hold over my thoughts and body started. I stared out the window without thought. Someone called out my name and I shook out of the hold. Why had I been crying they asked. Oh I stumped my toe was my response. Great I thought it's Easter morning and I've already committed the first sin of the day. But I couldn't share the real reason as there would have been some for of humiliation done to me.

I gathered myself together, dressed, wore black socks and covered them by wearing my trousers lower than usual.

Don't buy nylon white socks for other people - please please please.

Happy Easter - treat yourself today.

Always

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WE'VE DONE THE DEAL DARLINGS

That's Hundred Hills gone -deal sorted so we can move on - however, the house we wanted fell through because of some very strange bank issues. Foreclosures are an odd thing to try and buy. But then another place with even a better view of ocean has come up and we've got an accepted offer and week to put things together.

I can't get over how stressful this has been though it's one way to lose weight and one's mind. I have even noticed that my hair has thinned (oh really) and become greyer; I even had one of those dreadful pins and needles sensations up the arm thing but its gone now. Two glasses of white wine and I was fine. I really should recommend this medicine to the local cardiac department - or maybe not I'll keep it to myself and of course to my dear readers.

New house here's some pics - its not particularly pretty but there's great potential so that will be the next adventure to change the slightly ugly duckling into a desirable swan.

Of course we've got to do all the necessary "stuff" I really hate "stuff" it's irritating.




So the date of getting out of here is the 26th and hopefully we'll be able to the arrange the deal on this place for the same day. Reminds me of the time we move from Mayo Road to Squirrel Corner England we were in Alan's parents back garden with everthing we own in a truck and no keys when someone came out and said the deal had fell thru. I assure you they are lucky to be alive. Regardless it should come together and if it doesn't I've decided that I will put on a Croatian Army uniform and sort some people out. Of course I would need to change my name to Paolovaiscic or some like that. Then I'd march around looking really important and later in the game the UN would take me to the World Court in the Hague and I'd have the world stage to play with. Dear me - I can really lose the plot sometimes - we are just talking about buying and selling a house!

Updates to follow and thanks all for keeping up with the bizarre little guy on SSI. Alan just shakes his dear head in disbelief.

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