It's all happening....
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 11 December 2006 at 12/11/2006 06:52:00 pm.
...I just feel like I'm at the top of Victoria Falls, getting swept along by the fastest river current in the world, with no turning back and with no way of stopping. It keeps getting faster and faster and I know that within about 60 metres, it's going to spill over into the highest waterfall in Africa, sending me tumbling over into a giant pool of white water, frothing and tumbling and churning into the lot of it. There at the bottom I'm to be swallowed up by the wash, briefly, and spit head-first into the more comfortable flow of the river, flowing rapidly but at a stable pace, with the steady current letting me bob along more peacefully, whisking me past everything and leaving no time to really take in everything that is whizzing by.
I don't know how else to explain it other than that.
In lighter news, Friday was a fun party at Podgey's house. There was lots of beer (or gin in my case), other stuff, some chips, some rough-housing and friendly banter, indoor rugby training, South Park in the background, a few 3 a.m.-and-onwards games of Catch Phrase, and a headstand competition between me and Alan M.:
(photo to come tomorrow maybe?)
Me + the Mr., Alan M. + Auds, and Pádraig & Tadhg were the last ones standing at 4:45am. Mainly due to the addictive nature of the Catch Phrase competition. (read: Catch Phrase cum drinking game) It was fun.
Saturday = sleep til 1pm, then packing, romantic dinner with the Mr. to calm the nerves, at Ristorante Casanova.
Sunday = Shopping; attempted last-hang-out-with-S&L which ended in failure and us walking into WWIII, listening to yelling and screaming and crying and corporal punishment and general all-round terror, resulting in not even SEEING L. because she was in the middle of a mental breakdown, witnessing a 5-year old violently beat up an 8-year old, and having a big fat pink elephant hanging around in the room with us for the duration of our 1-hour visit. Will have to reschedule that one.
I believe we have found the house we want to rent in BW. I'm happy with it. The house ain't glamorous, but it's got 4 bedrooms 3 bathrooms and the most incredible garden with pool area in the whole country. I think. It's also right next to the Lion Park and at the foot of the hills, near a really large nature reserve. It's what I would call the perfect happy medium between bush & city. Only a 15 minute drive to the city centre. We'll see what happens.
The sea container is booked. They come on Tuesday (8 days from now). Everything has to be packed up and ready by then. We're lucky enough to be getting our own container, we found out today. This means it will get to us faster, because we don't have to wait for anyone else to share the space with us from Dublin to Durban. It also means we can take whatever the hell we want. Old wheelbarrow? sure! Plant pots? Why not! Broken pieces of crap that have absolutely no function but retain some sort of pathetic emotional attachment? Hell yeah! There's no limits to the amount of crap we can bring now. Well outside of 15 cubic metres of space, that is.
I did something stupid and embarrassing tonight, but what else are blogs for if you can't write about things like this: My little VW Golf, my pride and joy, leaves me tonight. ~sigh~ His new owners come to fetch him in about a half hour. As I parked him for one last time on the street by our house, I said (out loud) "good bye little car. I hope you have a nice life with your new owner. Be good." Then I got out, flopped the mirrors in one last time, walked around to the back, where I retired the KC Chiefs sticker that has served me so well for over 2 years now. I had to gulp a little bit, but then proceeded to finish the lap around the car, and at that point in time which I had to walk away, I literally *patted* it on the front-left headlight, and sighed. Then I walked away without looking back. Mostly because I realized the person sitting in the car parked in front of me, was watching. But also because it was just sad.
Like I said before, it's just all happening, and happening fast.
I don't know how else to explain it other than that.
In lighter news, Friday was a fun party at Podgey's house. There was lots of beer (or gin in my case), other stuff, some chips, some rough-housing and friendly banter, indoor rugby training, South Park in the background, a few 3 a.m.-and-onwards games of Catch Phrase, and a headstand competition between me and Alan M.:
(photo to come tomorrow maybe?)
Me + the Mr., Alan M. + Auds, and Pádraig & Tadhg were the last ones standing at 4:45am. Mainly due to the addictive nature of the Catch Phrase competition. (read: Catch Phrase cum drinking game) It was fun.
Saturday = sleep til 1pm, then packing, romantic dinner with the Mr. to calm the nerves, at Ristorante Casanova.
Sunday = Shopping; attempted last-hang-out-with-S&L which ended in failure and us walking into WWIII, listening to yelling and screaming and crying and corporal punishment and general all-round terror, resulting in not even SEEING L. because she was in the middle of a mental breakdown, witnessing a 5-year old violently beat up an 8-year old, and having a big fat pink elephant hanging around in the room with us for the duration of our 1-hour visit. Will have to reschedule that one.
I believe we have found the house we want to rent in BW. I'm happy with it. The house ain't glamorous, but it's got 4 bedrooms 3 bathrooms and the most incredible garden with pool area in the whole country. I think. It's also right next to the Lion Park and at the foot of the hills, near a really large nature reserve. It's what I would call the perfect happy medium between bush & city. Only a 15 minute drive to the city centre. We'll see what happens.
The sea container is booked. They come on Tuesday (8 days from now). Everything has to be packed up and ready by then. We're lucky enough to be getting our own container, we found out today. This means it will get to us faster, because we don't have to wait for anyone else to share the space with us from Dublin to Durban. It also means we can take whatever the hell we want. Old wheelbarrow? sure! Plant pots? Why not! Broken pieces of crap that have absolutely no function but retain some sort of pathetic emotional attachment? Hell yeah! There's no limits to the amount of crap we can bring now. Well outside of 15 cubic metres of space, that is.
I did something stupid and embarrassing tonight, but what else are blogs for if you can't write about things like this: My little VW Golf, my pride and joy, leaves me tonight. ~sigh~ His new owners come to fetch him in about a half hour. As I parked him for one last time on the street by our house, I said (out loud) "good bye little car. I hope you have a nice life with your new owner. Be good." Then I got out, flopped the mirrors in one last time, walked around to the back, where I retired the KC Chiefs sticker that has served me so well for over 2 years now. I had to gulp a little bit, but then proceeded to finish the lap around the car, and at that point in time which I had to walk away, I literally *patted* it on the front-left headlight, and sighed. Then I walked away without looking back. Mostly because I realized the person sitting in the car parked in front of me, was watching. But also because it was just sad.
Like I said before, it's just all happening, and happening fast.
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