“After turning the shells so the open side faces upwards, the octopuses blow jets of mud out of the bowl before extending their arms around the shell - or if they have two halves, stacking them first, one inside the other - before stiffening their legs and tip-toeing away. … The octopuses eventually use the shells as a protective shelter. If they just have one half, they simply turn it over and hide underneath. But if they are lucky enough to have retrieved two halves, they assemble them back into the original closed coconut form and sneak inside. “I love the finish as well. I've had nightmares like that...
*And then this morning I got an email from a good girlfriend. I've known her for almost 12 years, we met when I did Jenny Craig and she was my consultant, and I used to distract her when I hadn't lost any weight by talking about books. We haven't seen much of each other in the last 8 years, after I moved to London in 2001 we discovered we were both really crappy at emailing, but I still consider her really close. In 2003 I was her bridesmaid, I came back for it specially, and I was so honoured that she chose me over people she'd known longer and spent more time with. She was my bridesmaid earlier this year, and then she moved straight up to Queensland with her husband. I couldn't get mad at her because hey, I went across the world, she was still only a few hours away.
Like I said, only little things, but they seem huge when you're standing amidst boxes feeling overwhelmed. I'm feeling better now though. Our brother in law crawled into the roof and discovered that Mr Antenna had indeed put a signal amplifier in but the guy had taken the external powerpoint for it (assuming it was the entire thing). But he brought it back when Dave asked, and turned out to be a nice normal sporty guy maybe 10 years older than us and not at all the mad old rip-off merchant I'd been picturing. We had a nice chat. Dave asked him some questions and I of course did my usual overly friendly thing and sucked up re the house, which went over as well as it ever does, but anyway. Afterwards we felt so much better, and then Dave listened to my meltdown over how when you buy a house you get all this other stuff you don't want (like the tunnel o' spiders and the unfenced spa) and pointed out, gently, that it was ours now and we could do what we want. Which, you know, I hadn't thought about.
So anyway, the past week or so has been all about settling in. I thought we were doing really well with the unpacking until I counted the boxes and there are 56 left. We started with 74, so we've only unpacked 18 boxes. What the hell? What's in all those boxes? And where's it all supposed to go?
It's a nice house though, despite the cobwebs. Even the budgie likes it.
Oh my goodness, I did not mean to let, what, four months go past without writing an entry. That's forever in blogtime! Is anyone even still out there?
So since I last wrote (I had to go read), my project at work was put on hold, and shortly afterwards I was sunk in a morass of confusion and despair over my job. Ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration. But everything was up in the air and I didn't know what role I'd have or even if they wanted me to have a role, me and my obsolete skills, and it was pretty depressing. I even ended up bursting into tears over it in the office, definitely my lowest point. So, I didn't write. Then things started perking up and I wanted to write but it's hard to start the habit again, you know? And then things got really busy and I had lots to write about but no time at all. I mean, even Cabbie's been too busy to tweet and he does bugger all all day.
So this is just a quick entry to say hello and I'm still alive and give a quick update on what's been going on. For verily there is lots.
I need to spend less time worrying and more time visualising positive outcomes to situations!
So yes, lots has been going on. So much to write about! And yet, I haven't. I suck. But I will now. Promise.