So, things continue in their merry way.
The kitchen now has some structural integrity. We have no hot water. The council still haven't signed anything off, so we could have one last disaster before things start to coalise into a real kitchen. This definitely hasn't been the smoothest of renovation projects (or the cheapest). But I notice how dealing with it is making me feel more able to deal with possible other projects (like fixing the mini deck out the back). I'd rather have paid someone else to be competent for me, but this is probably better in the long run. (And people in this country seem to be quite happy to share their horror stories. There is a tollerance for awful housing here I find quite bemusing.)
I left work today. I've been tailing off and passing things to my replacment for the last 6 weeks, so it's snuck up on me. I finally realised I was really leaving when I washed my coffee cup and started to put it into a bag. Home may be where the heart is, but work is definitely where the coffee cup is.
I am quite, quite pregnant. I still pretty much feel like myself, but I'm getting to the stage where there isn't much between me and being a mum. It reminds me of how I felt when I left intermediate school or high school. Suddenly I've got this weirdly unstructured space in front of me, followed by a major life shift.
It feels pretty good most of the time.
But I'd prefer it if we had a kitchen.
shocking I know.
I think of blog topics, but then don't actually blog them. This is mostly due to the renovations we're doing to our house. It has been a pretty huge emotional drain (not physical for me as noone will let me help). But tiring. And someone broke in a nicked some stuff on Saturday night. I mind a lot less about that than I mind about the idiots who have done irresponsible things to the house over the years (they only took stuff which is easy to replace), but it isn't nice. Bless all our friends who have been helping - the difference the effort made was huge.
And I'm still in the band and working full time. Though that stops at the end of next week (or on Tuesday if the midwife thinks I'm getting sick).
Meanwhile I'm enjoying the happy drugs that come with pregnancy. Well my pregnancy anyway. It's pleasant to be in a physical and social space after a long stint in my head. I wonder whether I will want to go back to work in November.
Meanwhile the band called dave has a gig tomorrow night at Queen's Wharf and one on Saturday and the Gay and Lesbian Fair. I hope the Fair is as good as the Newtown one was last weekend. It was *fantastic*, lovely weather, heaps of largely happy people and really good stalls and performers.