It’s been a busy few weeks. I had a week of night shifts, which was horrible; the usual revolving run of visitors; a run to my hometown to take my mother to a dental specialist at the major town between our respective homes (go go driving 1000km in 24 hours); discovered that my new babyproofing system appears to be making my backside expand at an exponential rate – I’m giving it another month for my system to adjust, then going back to the doctor to complain – on the other hand, I appear to have pulled my head out of the route to depression that I was heading towards, I’ve shaken the abandonment issues when Tobermory isn’t there when I wake up panicking at o’dark’hundred, and I actually have energy instead of crippling tireds.
The peas are still battling the snails, and mostly losing despite all that chemical warfare can do to assist. The tomatoes are now battling the size of the tomato pot, and growing most valiantly. The strawberries don’t appear to be growing anything except leaves (most vexing) but on the other hand, they’re not dead. The cats are still growing; Tigra is now 3.2kgs at nine months old, Boomer is 5.2kgs at ten months old. BIG BUGGER.
I bought two swimsuits. One via TradeMe, via which means I bought a swimsuit that retails for $208 for $55. The other? Well, I picked Auckland’s most recent AMAZINGLY shitty weather, when it was cold and wet and horrid, and went shopping. Walked into a store which I know primarily supplies bikinis to skinny minnies, started browsing. The female shop assistant wandered over, asked what I was after, and turned up five minutes after that with twelve things for me to try on.
The amusing bit? The tankini I eventually bought was half price.
The spa pool is repaired, it needed a new pump. I’ve broken in the new swimsuit (twice), and it was wonderful when Tobermory’s friends from the UK visited this weekend.
I feel sorry for my beloved. Having his oldest / closest friends around has made him homesick in a way I don’t remember him being before. There’s nothing I can do, either, other than hug and sympathize. The move to New Zealand was good for him, in many many ways, and obviously I think it’s a good thing because, well, we’re together. But it’s the people he misses. His friends. He’s a social animal, and he left so many friends, good friends, behind…