I’ve News

I’ve been a very lazy blogger, but certainly a very busy blogger. You really learn who reads your blog when you don’t write anything for a while… Perhaps I should first tie up some loose ends.The following week after I went woozy at the eye doctor, I returned for another appointment. The female optometrist had returned and we both agreed that I would put the contacts in myself. It took a while to get it to stick, but eventually I had the first one in. As soon as I did, I started to go a bit topsy-turvy again. When I looked back in the mirror, I noticed I was covered in sweat again. I persevered and it took me quite a while to get it back out again. Eventually it was out and I could start to relax, but I didn’t feel any better. I had the same symptoms as the previous week; blotchy vision, a pressure inside my ears that felt like I was underwater. I needed water again, but this time it didn’t last as long. The optometrist suggested it was just something that my body doesn’t react well to, but recommended I take them home and keep trying. They are still sitting on my bathroom vanity, along with my own.Fast forward a few weeks and last night want was closing night of South Pacific which was, naturally, playing to sold out houses. Although it was fun to play in a twenty-piece orchestra, it was a fairly substantial effort running at 3 hours, and as I’m supplementing the strings on keyboard there wasn’t much of the music that I didn’t play. For the few scenes that I was not playing I tried reading a book, but the breaks just weren’t long enough to pick up the story again. I starting reading magazines I had lying around, however I’ve now finished those, and there is only so much relevant information you can glean from a 1997 issue of Film Score Monthly. After being inspired by the 2nd Clarinet, I’ve taken up knitting again. It’s the perfect thing to do because you can do it for a few seconds or 15 minutes. I was surprised at how quickly I picked it up again after having a knitting hiatus for a few years. I’m starting to pick up speed, but after 3 or so shows, I had about 20-25cms of knitting completed.All this is small news in comparison to our feature. Due to some quick acting people and truckload of luck, it’s a possibility that in a few weeks time I’ll be moving out into my own place. It’s not certain yet - no lease has been signed - but as the landlord is family it should be smooth sailing, though each day makes me more nervous about it. This came about when Brett O. heard of my mother’s cousin’s (my second aunty or something?) CBD flat had become vacant. A few phone calls later and the very next day (last week), I was looking through the place and it was ideal. It’s literally a 2 minute walk from the mall, very close to my high school, and just a short walk from Greg’s house (though he suggests it’s an even shorter drive). The place itself is not huge (though not tiny either), and features two balconies: one small and another very cool larger one looking over the streets. It also includes a fridge, washing machine and built-in robes. If there is one thing I simply can’t handle it’s a bath-shower. I don’t like standing in them, with their slopey sides and hollow floors. If I wanted to feel like I was in a water slide, I’d go to Jamberoo. Thankfully, this place has a flat-floored shower. Amen.As a result I’ve been running around buying things like a microwave, toaster etc, and today I put a deposit on a couch. The smarmy salesman had an act going, but it wasn’t entirely convincing. Firstly, another female saleswoman said “You’ll have to speak to (Mr. Smarmy) about price, he’s the big boss,” and then a few moments later Mr. S was saying “I’m only a casual here for the day,” yet somehow he knew everything about each of the lounges and was the one everyone consulted. I ended up with a nice black leather couch set marked down pretty heavily as it was floor stock. I look forward to getting it into the new place, but even moreso I look forward to clearing my room of the bags and boxes of packed things I have sitting here that I have to climb over just to get a piece of paper. I just hope I haven’t jumped the gun a little here (or jumped the shark) and the place falls through. If that’s the case, you might need to coax me out of a corner in order to blog again.