I was annoyed with myself, till Lori out-did me.

I was clearing out my storage unit on Saturday morning, with my friend Greg. He was also clearing his out, so we shared the cost of a removal truck. All our stuff is now in my garage till we can figure out what is crap to be dumped and what is to be kept.

With two hours to go before we had to have the truck back, and with the truck still to be packed with his things, driven to my place and unpacked, I attempted to get out of the truck, misjudged and landed badly.

At first, I thought I'd sprained my ankle, but it was ok. Once I took a step, it was a different story. I have never in my life seen a bruise form so fast (although I'm sure Lori's face bruised just as fast as my foot!!) and the pain was insane. I couldn't do anything about it for another couple of hours, but hey, if you don't think about it, it doesn't hurt as much, right?

That was Saturday afternoon. Proving how good I am at denial and procrastination, it took me till Tuesday to see the doctor and get x-rays. The good news is I didn't break anything. I tore muscles and tendons under my foot, in the arch, and it's the same pretty purple and blue colours of Lori's face. The doc says I'm not allowed to do anything on it at all for 2-4 weeks, unless it's absolutely necessary.

Yeah, like that's going to happen, huh! For a start, I didn't have anyone to chauffer me around today, so I had to go grocery shopping on my own. The girl at the checkout asked if I was hopping for fun or if I hurt myself. Uh huh, I like looking like a tosser in front of dozens of Armaggedon New Years Eve shoppers buying last minute items. (Aside: Folks, the stores are closed for ONE DAY. You don't need to stock up on tinned items and powdered milk just yet!)

I don't have to work anywhere till Monday, so I will try to behave myself and obey the doctor till then .....with the exception of the discount book sale, coz let's be serious, I can't avoid books for $1!

Happy and safe New Year to everyone...from the comfort of my lounge.

Because that's just how things happen in my world...

I didn't mention one blast from the past in my previous posts. The sister of my first real boyfriend in highschool. Toni contacted me on FB a couple of months ago. I assumed she'd tell her brother right away that we were talking. Apparently not. She left it till last night (Christmas Eve) to tell him. By the time she'd sent me a message to say she'd given him my number and was that ok, he'd already contacted me.

He's been trying to find me for 15 years. It seems my attempts to not be found by anyone proved more successful than I thought. He was about ready to contact a private investigator to find me. We talked for four hours.

He's coming to Melbourne at the end of February for a conference and wants to spend a couple of days with me.

There is no way I could ever possibly say my life is not interesting.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

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Brett

Seriously.
Sigh...
It doesn't feel like it's been 6 years.
'Nuff said.
Coz I don't have the right words.

And now it's December

I haven't said much here, coz I'm sick of being negative and miserable and am doing what I can to not articulate it in text.

The more positive things are....

My brother got married and the whole damn family behaved. No tears, no drama, everyone got on well. Freaking amazing! Who'da thunk that would ever happen? It was a good day.

I have a new housemate. He hasn't moved in yet, but he's great. Only 24, but polite, intelligent and seems quite mature for his age.

Brett and I are getting on like we did all that time ago. Scary in a really nice way. I don't know where it will go, or if it will go anywhere, but it's good and I'm happy with that.

I've been seeing someone for a few weeks. He's started mentioning the L word in the last few days and told my new housemate he was my boyfriend before I even knew we were that far down the track. Apart from the Brett stuff putting my head in a permanent slight spin, I'm more ok with it than I thought I'd be - but I wasn't at first. It's growing on me, although I'm not entirely comfortable with it yet. I like it when he's around. I like it just as much when he's not. The more we spend time together, the more he's growing on me. I hope he's patient, though, coz it's going to take me a while to get to the same place he's at.