In limbo

So no photos with this one as I am not on my computer. Nor am I at my desk, nor am I in my living room. All belongings are in a ridiculously huge container...somewhere in limbo...while we wait for Saturday to arrive, D Day...or should that be T Day? Total strangers are now up to date with our move as Jack shares our plans with anybody who will listen. My thoughts are particulary distracted by potential colour schemes that will improve the current rag rolled interior finishes gracing our new abode. Thoughts that distract me from having to face so many emotional goodbyes to dear friends. Today however I digressed nicely by visiting not 1 but 3 new bundles who recently graced some dear friends. To top it off, I arrived home to find our blond 4 legged friend (of whose house we are currently staying in) tucking into our bag of curry powder. Mix that with a whole heap of Chinese noodles, yes, uncooked, and spray that with a bit of tabasco, well actually, quite a lot, and we were faced with a rather messy floor and a very dopey dog. Poor Seamus, his eyes were watering... I'm not surprised.

Saying Goodbye

When you live in one place for as long as we have, the emotional attachment is a significant one. We partied, studied, married, conceived, laboured and brought two little boys into this house and now, seven years on, it's time to leave. But one thing I have realised; once all the pictures come down from the walls and our personalities fade from the rooms, this place is no longer ours. What has been, we are taking with us. The soul of our dwelling, our spirits, will follow us south and help us to create another home, where many more memories will be made.

Tangerine Dream

Waking up this morning to an orange outlook was certainly a different way to start the day. Overnight, Australia has succumbed to dust storms in New South Wales...earthquakes in Victoria, and bushfires in Queensland. Not a great outlook for summer is it? And the forecast for Tassie? Showers and 14 degrees...

This won't hurt a bit...

I never had a problem with dentists. Until today. What was supposedly an easy peasy wisdom tooth extraction, well, wasn't. So anaesthetics are supposed to numb the pain right? WRONG. It appears that I need half a tonne of the stuff for it to take effect. This is what we discovered this afternoon.

I will now claim to know what it is like to be tortured, as having a tooth pulled with not enough of the numbing juice is something I never want to experience again. But I don't know what's worse, the pain or the shock of what had just occurred?

Thankfully I only had to run across the road to pour my little eyes out and was given fabulous sympathy and comic relief when I shared my grim story and watched the faces grimace and squeal.

Now I am looking forward to feeling my face again, and leaving the dentist alone for a while... and the picture, well, sorry, I had to share it with you. Oh and to my sister who is having hers pulled soon, just make sure you are knocked out cold.

A Comedy of Errors

Amidst all the chaos that is involved in moving house, it is good to stop and have a good laugh. I had that luxury yesterday when our eldest found the fake poo that my very mature older sister left to us following her sojourn in Sydney. Picking it up, he shows it to me and says "Mmmm cake", and proceeds to take a bite. Oh brother...

A Fantastic Distraction

A distraction of any kind is currently very welcome around here. Packing and starting our goodbyes are not my favourite tasks of late, so when an upcoming Roald Dahl adaptation was mentioned, I hopped right onto You Tube to watch the trailer. Wes Anderson's first foray into the world of animation heralds an all star line up, lending their voices to the slapstick characters in Fantastic Mr Fox. Looks like this clever adaptation will be out just in time for Christmas.

Full Moon?

There should have been a full moon tonight judging by the afternoon we just had. What is usually a pretty cool playgroup session was today one of total bedlam. It seemed that every kid had been affected by the Crazies and were either hooning their trikes into walls or hurling themselves off the plastic castle with gay abandon. Tears and tantrums, foot stomps and face plants all rolled into one, while without persuasion, every Mum transformed herself into supreme warriors; fed babies, avoided near death carnage and solved sharing showdowns while still enjoyingd a strong cup of tea.
It was the face that I looked at on the way home that pretty much summed up the experience; one of complete and utter exhaustion that bleerily stared out the window. I think that face is going to sleep well tonight. Oh and the boys will too.

PenPals

On a recent trip to a lovely Sydney store, I bumped into the fabulous MM. When I mentioned our Tasmanian plans she, as usual, was hot to trot with places to go, people to meet. That night, as promised, I received an email address of a fabulous femme she thought I should know. Within minutes of me writing a hello, the warmest reply arrived from said femme. Since then, I have been overwhelmed by her generous spirit, advice and general Do's and Dont's Guide to Hobart. Our regular correspondance reminds me of old penpal days and how funny the concept is to strike up a friendhsip with somene you never met (or know what they look like). This can of course be remedied by emailing photos and picking up the phone. But it is the very nature of the initial correspondance that provides us with curiosity and pure enjoyment. So to my new Hobart penpal, and to the other lovely ladies who I have met and been graced with their generosity, thank you for your warm welcome. Let's do lunch...

Home Sweet Home

With our move to Tasmania only weeks away we breathed a great sigh of relief last night. This little red headed beauty is our new home and according to my gorgeous new Tassie BFF's, we have chosen THE supercool suburb to live in...(all for a fraction of what it would cost in Sydney).
OK so inside, she needs a little TLC, the paint brushes will be busy refreshing the, ahem, current colour schemes. But with warm, wooden floorboards and pretty fireplaces, and MOST excitingly... a DISHWASHER all ready and waiting, it's going to be lots of fun playing housey.
After 10 years of apartment living we'll be like kids in a candy store. I am seeing Wisteria out the front...organdie drapes floating in the windows...a crisp white picket fence...ok ok, it's only a rental, we'll save the dreaming for the house we actually buy!

Cries and Misdemeanours

My escape into blogdom has been thoroughly rattled this week by the upcoming big move to Tasmania. Not one chore has been successfuly completed nor have I managed to achieve half the things I set out to do. This has been my week...

Monday: Amount of times I asked Jack to stop sitting on Charlie - 160. Boxes packed -2

Tuesday: Lost my keys, again. Found them. Lost them again. Boxes packed - 1

Wednesday: Downed 3 champagnes in quick succession at high school art exhibition and wore shoes that were too tight. Boxes packed - 0

Thursday: Peed on twice while changing Charlie's nappy. Boxes packed - 0

Friday: Lost my marbles. Got homeopathic remedy to try and remind me where I left them. Boxes packed - does half a box count?

Saturday: Dropped mobile phone into full bowl of whipped cream at birthday party. Boxes packed - 0

Sunday: Father's Day. FINALLY, a relaxing morning, the sun shone, Daddy's new kite taken for a test flight. Very successful. No tears. Nothing lost. Bliss... Boxes packed - boxes? what boxes?