Resolve

In a nut shell, my beautifuly planned week went all to fuck. But it kinda just suits my mood at the moment. Dont feel in control with anything. Which is interesting. But a productive week nethertheless.

House mother deciding it would be fine to place the BBQ on our decking. I stroll out to witness flames licking nicely from the decking and the unknown substances under the decking. Garden hose saved the day and a great 666 BBQ was had. The burnt decking? Ample plant pots to cover the damage.

The Ranch is nice...
We are trying to figure out what drugs the ice cream van is selling by the tune he plays.
The kids play out in the street. I like that.
Met the neighbours, Meeting on a good note is always a good thing.
I stood there tonight in the garden, hanging out my washing as a white rabbit hops past.
Happy that my room is once again facing west. The darkness in the morning when you need it. But being able to enjoy that beautiful disco nap in the afternoon,the sun warming you as you lay on the bed. Perfect balance.
Loving the fact they security tag prawns in the local shop.
And you have to pay for alcohol from behind glass.
But its a nice mix of people down here.
Especially the ones I live with.

Work is kicking off with some serious office politics.

I'm trying to think what the fuck mum is doing at the moment. If one eccentric & wandering parental wasnt enough I fear another. At dinner the other night my mum casually slipped in to the conversation that she was quitting her job in two weeks. I only asked two questions.
1. What are you going to do?
- Nothing.
2. Are you ill?
- No.
A bit taken back is an understatement. I'm not even going to think of the financial mumble jumble that goes with it. Whats their's is their's. If mum can manage to take this oppertunity then why the hell not. I would hate a turn around like that. Fucking mid-life crisis.

The weather has kicked ass all week. That certainly helps matters. I love hitting Princes St from the west end in the morning. I'm even happier if the clock tells me its before 9am. Its beautiful. You are just aware of so much more in the summer.

House Mother prepared a paddling pool on our return from work. Happy feet.

Keeping Shauna company as I take my ironing to the front garden as she cleans out thr car. Outside ironing is the way forward people. It's mindless thinking time. Good for the soul.

Brit Camp web site news. I'm so FUCKING excited. Actually I'm really excited about the whole deal. Alan, Jo's and all you other helpers efforts are going to make the communication side alot easier, more organised and much faster.
News of Beave and his troops.
The whole hostel looking mighty interesting.

Right enough...

I have skirts to paint and shit to sort.

Rant over.