I’ve been incommunicado for the past week.
Dickens’ age old saying ‘it was the best of times, it was the worst of times‘ certainly applies for the last 10 days. Here’s why…
Firstly…I started the biggest project of my career to date. It’s for a government health department and it is killing me. I think that the PMO Manager has been put on this earth to make my life a living hell. That said, I really really really want to do well. Even though he has me running in circles and is generally making my life difficult, I have this pathological need to impress him. I’m working insane hours and the icing on the cake is that the project goes until June 2013. I fear I may develop a serious drinking problem with this project…
Secondly, we moved house. We planned to stay in our old place until we were ready to buy a place of our own (not easy when you’re saving a deposit for an expensive inner-city terrace), but the feeling of being a festering little mushroom (sitting in the cold, damp, dark) just became beyond bearable. So in haste, we sorted out our finances and fell in love with a sunny sky-home apartment a suburb over and moved over the weekend. Amongst work, exercise & tending to Harley the move was so stressfull the movers were ridiculously useless (Australian peeps, never use City Movers, ever) but the upside is that we’re done and in-love with our apartment and Harley is deliciously joyful roaming the terrace high above the hustle’n'bustle of fringe-city-life frolicking in the sun!
Thirdly, one of my close friend’s father died suddenly and we attended his funeral yesterday. “Uncle Dave” as I’ve lovingly called him since I was a rambunctious 14 yo, suffered a massive stroke last week and never regained consciousness. For several years in high-school he picked me (and a few others) up at 5.30am and drove us 40 minutes for Winter Swim Squad. Only as an adult I realise what a huge commitment this was. He’s a very well respected business man and his work was extremely taxing, yet he got up every single morning during the cold winter months at 5am to drive a team of kids to swimming squad, then wait 1.5 hours for us to finish before driving us to school and then onwards on his day. Since school I only saw him every few years, although more in recent time because Nath got married to my beautiful friend and gorgeously pregnant Ms Mandy. I dragged him to the dance floor at their wedding and we had a wonderfully fun and rowdy dance! I’m so sad that the world has preamaturely lost him. Nathan, along with his twin brother Grant and their older sister Lisa, have lost the most wonderful father imaginable, his wife Jenny has lost her best friend, partner and lover, and the world has lost the most beautifully humble and generous man. I’m just so sad.
Fourthly, my fitness and nutrition has been in the toilet. Apart from daily walking Harley to the park (I should say “strolling”) I haven’t done a shred of proper intense exercise. This is made worse by the fact that I’ve been eating poorly for the past 2 weeks because I’ve been cleaning out my fridge and then had 4 days in the new place with no fridge which means we’ve dined on take-away! Excuses, excuses, I know…but it’s the truth. No exercise + bad nutrition = BAD MELLY.
Fifthly, is something to look forward to. I’m taking my BFF Gracie away for a surprise weekend this weekend! She has little idea of what is in store, and I won’t divulge here because she sometimes reads my blog (BFF slacker!!!) but I’ll post all about our adventures next weekend. That is truly something to look forward to!
**Additional confessions of guilt; I am waaaaay overdue with my guest blog post on Steph’s blog Simply Stephanie & I have been the slackest friend ever and not wished my darling friend Tamara happy birthday from 2 weeks ago. Now that the internets are back on in my abode I’ll be able to get my life back on track