alone

SO has been deployed up North, to help deal with a potential cyclone.  I never knew that IT guys were needed in cyclones, but hey, you learn something new every day.  He thinks he’ll be up for a few days at least, which gives me lots of time to clean the house.  It’s the strangest thing but I’m always much more motivated to clean the house on the rare occasions that SO isn’t here.  I think it’s because that way, if there’s mess, it’s my fault, and that’s okay.  Whereas God help SO if he makes a mess when I’ve been cleaning!

This cleaning impulse extends to the garden.  Today was the first cool day in what feels like eternity, so I got out there and did some pottering around.  I even took some photos of the holes in the ground where the two fruit trees used to be, just for posterity.

Some photos of what that spot used to look like, in early January 2008:

 

 

and some photos of what it looked like this afternoon:

 

It’s slowly getting there…. all we have to do now is continue the reticulation along where the holes in the ground are, then we can plant it up.  I’m looking forward to it, I have to say.

Tomorrow will be good, I’m going to be dog-sitting my mother’s puppy and dog.  She and the BF are going down south to visit his family.  My brother will look after them on Sunday, so at least I won’t have lost my whole weekend.

As part of my cleaning, I’ve managed to list some stuff for sale on eBay – mostly pants I bought that don’t fit.  I’m dirty that they don’t, I really like the majority of them.  Of course, in theory I could lose some weight, but it seems to be easier said than done.  Oh well, I need to be a bit easier on myself.  My psychologist warned that just because the 20mg Lexapro is working well, it doesn’t mean I can be all things to all people, including myself.  I guess I should be satisfied with planning a renovation, gardening, cleaning up long-term house mess, and selling off extra cr@p that is surplus to requirements. 

I did manage to apply for a couple of jobs today too.  I hate where I am at the moment, and my psych has told me to get out.  Those were his actual words – I’m not paraphrasing.  That was a pretty clear message.  As a result, I’ve been good – seeking out potential new jobs, considering dropping salary, and actually putting in applications.  Let’s hope I get lucky.