What a week
it’s been. It was always going to be very busy, what with clearing up my work
at the Arvo Job before taking time off and the maddening logistics of preparing
for a prolonged convalescence, but so many things had to be done (some fun) and
a few things went awry, so I’m now spending
my Sunday evening madly catching up on must-done-by-tomorrow tasks and madly washing and drying clothes that
should already be packed. Among other
things, my SMI kicked in on Wednesday and seriously slowed me down for two days
and scuppered my plans (I know, I know, I have to stop making them), I’ve had
wrangles with sensitive hospital admin staff over missing paperwork confirming
my operation details (I didn’t accuse
them of not sending it, I just said I hadn’t received it in the mail – there’s
a difference ), I’m trying to convince other bureaucrats that no, I won’t be up
for jury duty in June or July, and the back garden was suddenly knee deep in
leaves from all the trees and had to be raked in otherwise they’d rot into a
sludge while I’m away (there are only so many things you can ask housesitters
to do).
But I did
take time out yesterday to go to the Mesopotamia exhibition at the Melbourne Museum
while I’m still mobile, went to the movies, and met a friend for a quick coffee
today – all welcome circuit breakers in
between prosaic tasks like madly cleaning the house and purchasing a hospital worthy dressing gown and new
jammies that I can wear in public.
These jammies are part of the
drying extravaganza going on at the
moment, and Gus is having a ball playing
with the ribbons dangling from a pair hanging on the clotheshorse in front of the heater. Little does she know that her
comfy feline world is about to be turned upside down.
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