Tomorrow at around midday, Small Z and I begin our big adventure together. We drive to my sister’s place (the one who must not be named) via my mum’s. We stay over night and she will give us a lift to the airport in the morning. I must admit to being a bit dubious as to how the whole experiment might go, but I am more worried about all the driving involved, rather than the flight itself. I think Small Z will like looking at all the different people on the plane – and I hope that she will be so knackered by the time we see Jen and Marco, that she’ll conk out in the backseat, regardless of how Marco tries to charm her…
Naturally, everything is happening in one big FAT LUMP. My mother and T have decided to build a house, and are kind enough to offer to rent near the Trailer so my mum can help out with Small Z (her new favourite little person). I was pretty rapt with this suggestion, after I had given my mother dire warnings aobut the lack of ANYTHING around here. What will she do for yoga? Good coffee? Films? Drive a bloody long way, basically. Strangely, she does not seem fazed.
I called our real estate agent on Monday to see if they had anything to let. They didn’t, but said they would let me know if anything came up. Two days later, two things came up. Mum and I went and looked at these places yesterday. The first one was OK, but not great. The second one screamed mid 1990s St Kilda share house, and I could see my mother crossing it off her list. Myself, on the other hand? I LOVED it.
We gave notice on the trailer today. I am not sure how exactly we are going to cope with paying more rent, but we have already agreed to keep a boat there for $15 a week – and that’s a start. I am going to do the proper sums while I am up north…maybe Jen will let me comandeer her computer and I can update [miaow]. But for now, my brain is full to bursting. Time for bed.