Feeling…
Not sure, really.
Packing’s been going well, aiming to get it all to the new house tomorrow.
I keep thinking that I’ll start to feel sad about leaving here – it was a good place for us when we moved in – but I’m not feeling much of anything at the moment.
I do still feel at home in the new place, though. It’s got its bizarre qualities (the real estate agent said something along the lines of it being difficult to figure it out – there’s always something new/strange 😆 ). Apparently the rooms downstairs that we’re using for lounge room and an office/studio are listed as bedrooms (they both have “ensuites”, although one doesn’t have a door and the other one has a see through glass door…) Not sure what that makes the bedrooms upstairs! We’ve had a lot of trouble with keys – all, except one, on the bunch we were given don’t seem to work on anything. Fortunately that one opens multiple doors…there are also multiple padlocks on things that don’t have any keys at all. It might be confusing for a while!
Anyway – nearly there!
Getting back to “feeling(s)”…here’s a song I’ve been listening to the last couple of days. Most people will probably recognise the song. I don’t know much about The Bass Gang (except Peter, who has a reaction channel on YouTube that I watch sometimes.) Tim Foust (taking the lead here) is from Home Free, and one of the bassiest basses out there 😀
For a bass heavy song, it’s quite high in places…
What’s been funnier for me has been watching some of the reactors I watch reacting blind to the song – they were sent the clip with no information as to the song or guest artist.
Such fun!
Well, I’ll be moving on now – got to get some sleep (sometime).
Enjoy! 🙂
The Behemoth Stirs…
Slowly. And frustratingly. At least, though, it got to a vaguely helpful stage.
Don’t mind me – I’ve just had another tussle with Centrelink. A form that was submitted in plenty of time, then sat there not being dealt with, until the reason it was meant to be submitted started causing problems. I left it as long as I could – no-one really wants to phone them – but I had to sort it out. Over an hour waiting, to be told by the person answering that the system was working slowly because of the thousands of people wanting stuff done, and did I think I should be able to go ahead of everyone else?
We Had Words.
Mostly to do with the fact that if they give me a date to submit something, and I do it by that date, then I shouldn’t have to deal with the fallout when they don’t do their jobs. Also that the thousands of other people are not my responsibility, and why should I be hearing about them?
If you think about it, other organisations don’t generally do this…if I put money into my bank account to pay a bill, I don’t expect them to not put it through because they have so many other accounts to deal with as well 😆 Also – if Centrelink provided systems that do what they’re supposed to do, perhaps they wouldn’t have so many people clogging up the system trying to fix what shouldn’t be broken. Just a thought.
I was told on that call that my form was now submitted. It…wasn’t. No record of it, so I had to go in to the counter to hand it over face to face. At every stage they asked me why I didn’t use the online “service”. 😆
Oh well.
It’s done now.
Another slow moving part of our lives has been trying to find a new place to rent. There have been a lot of viewing cancellations and disappointments at not being chosen for places we liked. We looked at a place this morning, and have put in an application. It’s a bit weird (the room that would be our bedroom has a spa bath in the corner), but maybe weird suits us at this stage of our lives…
Anyway, we’ll find out soon enough.
Yesterday I was feeling a bit blue. Music tends to cheer me up!
On The Way To The Stars
Another house we really wanted, but it went to someone else…
discouraging, but we have a couple of others to possibly have a look at.
This year seems to have been galloping on so far. We’re past the middle of January and it still seems vaguely “after Christmas”. We can’t know what this year will bring, but it seems it will bring it a bit more quickly than we might be anticipating 😆
I bought myself some virtual challenges as a Christmas/New Year present to myself, and a couple of weeks ago also received the medal for my 2022 challenge.
Front…
Back – the moon comes off, and you can wear it as a pendant.
“Per aspera ad astra” means “through adversity to the stars”.
It opens up as well, and above the medal is the back of the pendant.
I have had a few good weeks this year – I’ve even managed to get to an in person church service every Sunday this year! I feel like my joyous gallivanting has caught up with me a bit 😆 I’ve noticed that when I do too much, I can come down with a flu like thing (sore muscles/joints, cough, feeling like a balloon is swelling behind my face), which is where I’ve been this week. We stocked up with covid tests before the free ones were stopped, so I’ve done a few of those lately (covid test says “no”!).
We did manage to get out last week for a cuppa at the cafe, and a talk about the year ahead. Nice cake as well…
And while I’m thinking about flowers, here are some lovely ones I got at church this Sunday ❤
This year is still a mystery…
good thing I don’t have to worry!
🙂
Moving Right Along…
I can’t believe we’re nearly a week into the new year!
For some reason I haven’t found it as difficult to remember the date (2023 instead of 22) when I’ve had to sign things so far, so that’s a plus 😀
We’re back in the business of looking for houses. Had a look at two on Tuesday, and have put in an application for one that we haven’t yet seen, but will have a look at tomorrow. Of the two we saw, one was nice but smaller than where we are now. The other was a lot bigger, and had plenty of space at a good price. It was also a museum of the 70s (although in very good condition). The wallpaper was either metallic floral or various patterns and flocked. Some floors were tiled, some were a very plush pale cream carpet – this included the internal stairs. Pretty much every single room had different wallpaper and flooring, which was slightly disorientating. Downstairs was partly taken up with a “rumpus room”, complete with wooden bar and fake wooden beams on the ceiling. It was unfurnished, but I could almost see a pool table and dartboard in there… The kitchen was original, including the ancient dishwasher, which, when opened, had a note inside saying, “Do not use. Brokken”.
The boys hated it.
I actually quite liked it, although I can imagine it would get annoying if we lived there. I enjoyed looking round – it felt, for a few minutes, as though I’d slipped through a crack in time to my childhood. I hope someone who will appreciate it gets to move in. It’s obvious that the previous residents loved it enough to maintain it well over the decades.
The house we’re looking at tomorrow seems closer to what we want, and hopefully we’ve sorted out the problems that might have been keeping us from getting places we’ve looked at previously. We shall see!
In the meantime, this new year still needs some plans and dreams in it 🙂
Here’s a song to ponder on, and keep priorities (and promises!) in view…
Dreaming Into A New Dawn
Once more we are standing on the brink of a new year, and it’s all about goal setting and sorting “it” all out.
Of course, it’s really just another day – there’s no magic reset button, and last year’s problems don’t just disappear…
It is a chance, though, to take the time to reassess and rearrange, and to jump into the year feeling like you have a fresh new start!
I feel like last year had a lot of interruptions and false starts. I don’t really know what tomorrow will bring. I can only plan my course, and see what happens.
One of my Christmas presents was a bundle of virtual challenges, where you get to choose how to complete the challenges, and get a medal at the end of it 🙂 Some will be for physical activity – I need to get back to regular walking – but some will be for various creative activities. The 2023 medal will be for the same activity as the 2022 medal. It keeps me on a regular Bible reading schedule – one chapter = one kilometre.
I saw some fireworks from our windows, but we’re not planning to formally welcome in the new year. I hope you’ve had a good evening, however you are spending it!
Here’s a more traditional new year song…
…and a song to muse on and be inspired by.
I hope your new year brings you dreams to walk in, and hope fulfilled.
❤
The Child Who Sees Us
Amidst all the flashing lights
there are still glimpses of darkness.
We don’t really get the full experience in Australia – Christmas here is in the season of light and heat, rather than the northern hemisphere Christmas of short, cold days and long dark nights. We can still ponder on the Christ child, born into a time of darkness, come to bring light to the world.
1000 Fields of Roses 