I was looking through all my old course notes and essays from University today. All hand-written. It's strange looking back at your younger self through what you once wrote. Part of me is proud I actually wrote the stuff. Part of me cringes when I read it. You know a lot more as you get older. It's a different sort of knowledge though. Not as assured, not as confident, but deeper, more understanding.
Why do people have toes?
Why does poo go plop in the toilet?
Why do we have shadows?
What are humans?
We got home yesterday from the beach house. I'm sunburnt and have to think hard to remember which day of the week it is. That's the way things should be on a holiday! Actually, to be honest, we were glad to come back home. Too many people cooped up in one place — I mean it was nice and lovely and good to spend time with family over Christmas, but we never quite felt at home there. It wasn't relaxing like a holiday should be. We were going to leave Matthew up there, and have a few days alone back here in Wellington, but he wanted to come back home too. He had a pretty good time there, but was starting to get pretty tired.
The dead count wasn't too bad when we got home. One dead bird and two dead lizards on the living room floor. Although last night Gump brought in a rat, live and squriming in her mouth. This morning we looked throughout the house. No rat. Spooky!
Today's been spent cleaning and sorting. We went through the garden shed, our closets and drawers, and the kitchen. I've made two trips to the rubbish tip to chuck things out. Tomorrow we start doing cleaning and stuff. Baby preparation. It's a good feeling to throw things away. It's a lightening, both metaphorically and physically. And, of course, some of the clothes we got rid of are so very last millennium.
All my painting tools are sitting, lined up, in the shed for me. Scrapers, brushes, putty knife, float, burner, sander, screwdrivers. We've got a builder starting in a couple of weeks to put a new roof on, put in some frenchdoors from the living room and make a small deck. I'm also getting him to look at converting the garden shed into an office for me. And I've got a friend who's going to be doing some landscaping in our back yard. All the while I'll be painting the outside of the house completely. I'm half looking forward to it and half dreading it. It's a lot of work, but it will also do me a lot of good to do it. There's a good sense of tiredness you get after a long day's physical work. It's something I haven't had for a long time.
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