Friday 08 June 2001
Hi ho, hi ho ...
Ooh I've had the most constructive day so far! By 10 am I had already given my notice to the real estate agent to end the lease on my flat; revised my c.v. and signed up with a couple of employment agencies for temporary work; ordered some extra prints and enlargements of a couple of photos taken while Sam was here; did a truckload of paperwork; folded laundry folded laundry folded laundry (kinda hypnotic, that); cleaned out a few drawers of my big pine chest of drawers and put aside a load of old T's and sports gear to take to St V de P's*.
Busy busy busy, the seven dwarfs would be so proud.
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Also in the starkest contrast known to mankind to yesterday. Yesterday .. well, I slept. Like, all day.
On Wednesday I spent the morning doing housework, cleaning every single room, from the big stuff like vacuuming, damp-dusting and cleaning out cupboards, right down to doing the filing and rearranging the books and CDs. In the afternoon I headed out to see my fabulously talented and courageous** dressmaker, to chat to her about two yummy smart suits I want made up. I bought two lengths of gorgeous soft light Italian wool at Lincraft last week, one in black, and the other a yummy dark aubergine-y colour. The intended design for both suits is pretty much the same and I guess quite plain; classic below-the-hip single-buttoned jackets with short short short straight skirts *drool*. I'm also going to get a reeaaally long slim wrap skirt made up in the black. Lovelovelove winter clothes ... probably just as well, considering the climate I'm moving to!
Anyways ... through all this I was in the same state as I had been on Tuesday, pain-wise, except much much worse. So as soon as I got home I had some dinner (which immediately came up again, bleaughhh), took a handful of nice druggies and went to bed. Was asleep in about one and a half minutes ...
... and I woke up ... eventually ... at 4 pm the next day. Yes, that's correct; I slept for 22 hours. A personal record, in fact. Mind you I feel sooooo good; all better hurrah!
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The photos referred to above, those taken while Sam was here, turned out exceptionally well. There's actually a couple of me that aren't totally gross! In fact I look kinda, well, cute (*blush*). Must be Sam's influence, hee. There's one in particular, taken by Louise while Sam and I were visiting Henry and her one day, that I'm having a few prints and enlargements made, for all those fond and doting relatives (yeah, and for me to go all dotey and uxurious*** over too, shut up).
In it, Sam is standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me and his chin on the top of my head (he's 6'2" to my 5'1"), with a really sweet and sexy expression on his face, and I'm looking up at the camera and laughing. For once I don't have my usual photo-taking expression, the rictus of death one. And Sam mmmMMMmmm yum.
(-= I pass out the airsick bags again =-)
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Well I'd better move my ass, and leave it there ... have heaps more to do today; more paperwork, more errands to run; gotta call up the moving company to find out all about international shipping; start packing up the flat, blahblahblah.
How the sweet hell am I going to find the time to work???? Arrrrgggghhhhhh.
* St Vincent de Paul; a city care/charity organisation that is more than happy to take your old clothes, blankets, toys, money, anything. Along with the Salvation Army, one of the city care organisations that really is useful and nitty-gritty.
** the woman is just recovering from major surgery to remove tumour/s from her lungs and chest - due to smoking - and looks like an expertly filleted salmon ... Anyway she is in incredible pain from the surgery, plus she has quit a 2-pack a day smoking habit, and must be wanting to climb walls (not that I'd know 'cause I've never smoked, but the way some Quitters carry on ... ), but there's not a whinge or complaint out of her - she's all cheery and carefree, and funny as hell. Ya gotta admire that.
*** uxurious is defined as being "greatly or excessively fond of one's wife", but I've decided to remove the gender bias and use it for my own purposes, to mean "excessively fond of one's partner" ... its such a lovely oleaginous word.
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