The times, they are a changing

Well, she's gone.

GG moved down to her Nan's on Sunday. Moving really sucks, doesn't it. She has taken the entire contents of her room with her, minus the stuff she wants sent to the opshop and stuff put in the bin. Lots of this. Guess who's job this will be??? She only left an empty wardrobe behind, and some PJ's, socks and undies. She even took the blu-tack off the wall. We've moved into her room, so for once, it's neat and tidy. It's lovely having a room again. We've been living in curtained off space in the living area since August 2005. Beloved is blissfully reclaiming one third of his shed as ...... shed space... Some amazed ooohhhhss and aaahhhhss here, please..... It's lovely to have the extra room, but if GG had to leave for that to happen, then the cost is too high. Although it didn't stop me remarking to Beloved that if they all left home, then we'd have oodles of space........ The ellyflat looks really good, and she's very excited about her new life.... Yep, the times they are a changing. My Mum is happy, too. And Dad. They both have had a dreadful time with the flu that we left them with. Mum was hospitalised last Monday night, and again on Thurdsay. They've got someone to fuss over again, and it just happens to be the favourite one at that. It must be something about being the first grandchild. Dad even drove her to uni today; insisted on it , in fact. I don't think he ever drove me anywhere... I had to catch a couple of buses when I worked at the uni... I had to leave at 6.45am to be at the uni for a 9am start......

I've spent the 1st full day I've had at home in weeks in the thrall of an extensive spring clean (I know I'm late, but then again, I always am. Or perhaps I'm early...). The overflow from GG's room had a domino effect on the rest of the house. I have washed and washed today; no real rain up here in walnut grove. Everyone has a crispy-fresh bed. I love clean sheets...... really. I think I've mentioned this before. Of course, I will have to spend more time at home now, so my house will be cleaner...... Because GG has a car and I don't..........Arggggghhh!!!!! .... I think I'll die!!!!!!! .... I can feel the cabin fever coming on..... Oh, hang on...I've got to go to work in the morning....... it's a nice walk.....

I had a major win yesterday. Last year, I bought Scorpaboy a timber double bed head, foot and rails from our local church's bargain bazaar for $15.. WOW! I thought. We have a few double bed mattresses at home, so no problem. Except that, when we assembled the bed a little while later, it's a queen-size........ SO anyway, on the message centre on the work intranet, I found a queen size mattress for sale for $80. Before we left GG at Nananpop's, I phoned about it, and it was still available, and at Marylands on the way home ( sorry Jen, we didn't have time to call in). The seller was selling up her entire household as she was travelling overseas for two months, and had to let her house go. I couldn't imagine selling up all my belongings and starting again after only two months. I've got some of the same stuff as I had when I was 16........ Anyway, the mattress is almost brand new, and Scorpaboy has the best bed in the house....... for $80... I don't have any linen that fits it though...... I think I'll have to manifest some......

As a result of the February spring clean, today I washed 62 socks...that is;

• 19 pairs of white
• 1 pair of yellow
• 14 odd white
• 8 coloured odds

Weird, hey? It isn't that I hadn't washed through the previous week. In fact, the clothes baskets were empty in the middle of the week. And that 62 didn't include football socks or work socks...... I think they finally wanted to be found, especially the ones from GG's den.........

Why is it, do you think that we are so afraid of change? Fear of the unknown, ease with familiarity, or simply liking the state of things, maybe. But we resist change even when change would improve our situation. But as humans, we are unfailingly adaptable. If we weren't, then we'd still be shacked up in caves. I think we're still being hit on the heads, but it's more metaphorical than physical these days, and mostly, we do it to ourselves. I thank those with the courage to initiate change and think outside the square, even though they often put their lives on the line on the way. As they said on "Sunrise" last week;

"Change is inevitable; you should always expect it, except from a vending machine"

Well this is a bit of a disjointed post, isn't it? Garbled thoughts, not much of a pattern or process, here. I have been enjoying reading lots of other bloggs; I'm not reading any books at the moment, unless you count the book detailing Hazel Hawke's journey with Alzheimers Disease that I started reading in August........ or the book by Slim Degrey that lives in the toilet filled with short, light-hearted stories from his time in Changi Prison. What a group of wags he talks about, and the antics that they got up to in Changi were so uniquely Aussie...

Enough for tonight. I will blog again later. No, really, I will..... My girl is gone.......... You'll all have to listen to me whine.... she may even turn up at Rose Cottage...

Love to you all,

The Blogmuggle :0)))))))