I'm writing to you from the milky warmth of Nanadpops kitchen. I'm wapping TAFE clinical at placement at Singleton Hospital today. It's the last of 3, and I actually start real nursing at Scone Hospital next Monday. Actually, I've got a virus and feel pretty cruddy. GG shared it with me. A few others from TAFE did too, I think. I was sleeping on and off, but have given it up as a bad joke as the pups keep barking at everything that walks, floats, jogs, flies or flutters by........... At least if I let them in they're quiet some of the time. The little toads are peacefully sleeping in their bed at the moment....... I called into the RSPCA the other day ;0( . It now costs $50 to surrender a dog to them, and they will only accept a dog for re-homing after it is assessed for suitability. Other wise, they euthanase them..... There are some lovely little and not-so-little doggies and moggies there. Once they accept a beastie, it is kept until re-homed. There are chickens, rabbits, guinea pigs... and others that I didn't see, I'll bet.
So I've put on a load of washing, and I'm going to wash and replace Mum's china into the cabinets that I packed away when we replaced the flooring in April. I just haven't had the time to do it since. It sounds really lame, but I've been busy..... TAFE finishes on Friday, until August anyway. PHEW!!! I did my last exam for this block yesterday, and I passed, so no posts for me. 4 girls haven't been so lucky; they have to sit an Anat & Phys exam tomorrow, and it's sudden death for them.... and all be will be good nurses.... Some who passed might not be as good, I think. I wish that they had asked for help..... It will only get harder from here on; a few of us might be looking for tutoring for the next block, I think.
It still seems rather surreal here without Mum. It's ten weeks since she passed away today. 10 weeks. She is in my head, somewhere, all of the time. So I guess in that sense, I haven't really missed her. I talk to her all the time; the dialogue is very one sided these days. I miss her sense of humour, her family chats, the interludes of quiet. Her. I miss her.
But not much that I can do about that. I am moved very easily these days. TV sees me a very soggy muggle, rather often. As does music (not heavy or death metal; it just makes my ears bleed). I'm not sure how Pop will manage when I'm not here for the next 8 weeks. He has steadfastly resisted the urge to cook for himself, and quite happily absorbs the food that I present to him each evening, not complaining about the time or quality of what I give him. I convinced him to put a few McCain meals in the freezer when they were on special a few weeks ago, but they won't last long. I have suggested to my Bro that I will despatch the slow cooker to his place for use every week or 10 days. Pop will quite happily eat out of it for 3 days...
I have also managed to convince Pop that his brand-new-in-1974 Passat station wagon (Wheels "Car of the Year"!) is a little long in the tooth; he's grudgingly replacing it with a 1999 Polo this afternoon. He's grumbling about the work that it needs; I keep telling him that if he would have spent another 7grand, then he could have had a brand new car with 5 years warranty, and no fixing at all..... he's coming up for 72! It's a big step for him, though, even buying this one....... Even if he likes the car, he Won't be happy....... that's Pop. He is insisting that he needs to re-register the Passat, just in case. Actually, he has another very unattractive brown Passat sedan that is registered until January... You just can't convince him that he doesn't need all those cars. Just in case......
I rewarded myself last night for a job well done with an excursion accompanied by GG to the movies to see "The Chronicles Narnia: Prince Caspian". A great film. I really enjoyed it, and watching GG: she was immersed in the action, emotional and literally sitting on the edge of her seat! She's passionate, my girl. And Prince Caspian? Suffice to say that he is very beautiful. mmmm.
Oh well, I'd best do something with the washing. It's getting a little murky around here. Things will never dry. They'll be soggy, like me.
I should find a nice picture of something to put here, just to relieve the tediom of my writing for you, but alas........
See you later!