I think I’m coming out the other side of the initial shock and trauma that retrenchment creates.
There will be hiccups along the way, but I’ve decided it’s no use trying to fathom the unfathomable.
Not everyone is going to like you in this world. You just have to make your peace with it and move on.
Lots of people who do like me have been in touch over the past few days. They’ve sent me links to jobs, messaged to check that I’m OK, given advice, popped in with morning tea, and offered to shout me lunches, drinks and dinners.
A Newcastle friend I’ve known since pre-school even dropped by for an impromptu dinner on Saturday night.
It has been lovely. Thank you to everyone for being so kind.
My pre-school friend also posted a Channel 10 interview with her niece on Facebook that gave me a reality check. Brodie Donegan has survived two shocker tragedies and come out fighting.
Click here and remind yourself what courage looks like:
As for the renovation … DD spent a few days last week painting my deck. Painting deck rafters is the opposite of fun, but it’s looking awesome. Only two more coats to go …
Some friends also came over and gave their two bob’s worth on what I should do about my kitchen splashback, so I’ve reverted to thinking green subway tiles are the go. The youngest is HORRIFIED. She thinks I have terrible taste.
I rearranged my plans on Sunday because the electrician was supposed to be at my place at 8.30am. I thought it was a bit weird that he was working on a Sunday, but I was so excited by the thought of having a fully functioning laundry that I moved my 8am walk to 7.30am.
And I put my lunchtime walk on hold. Unnecessarily, as it turned out.
The electrician gave occasional updates saying he was still in Dural, but would be at my place in an hour, then went radio silent.
The builder was very apologetic, but, grrrrr.
DD asked me last night how long the mini renovation has been going on and I checked my photo records, which gave me a shock. It started in early July. That’s FOUR MONTHS AGO. I think it’s time to wrap it up, don’t you?
Last night I headed north for dinner with DD’s neighbours. They’ve just built a pizza oven and are bourbon fans, so we took over my engraved bottle for a taste test.
The pizzas were amazing. I’m normally a traditionalist, but I even loved the satay chicken one pictured above.
And a lovely evening was had by all, though I definitely talked a bit too much, just for a change.
Anyways … Hello Monday! What do you have in store for me this week?
Hope you had a less frustrating weekend than me.
Song of the day: The Rolling Stones “Waiting on a friend”