Did you know I am cancerian? Sometimes we crabs like to retreat into our shells. This is where I have been for the past little while, safely tucked up inside my shell.
Life has gone on, even though I have not acknowledged it so I give you the dot point version:
- Pip left hospital and recuperated in our Sydney motel rooms for a few days.
- Miss Ashy and I caught the train into Sydney city, got lost and called my Pete who used google maps to give us directions.
- I had yum cha in Sydney with Megan. She was fabulous company and we talked about all manner of things while eating all manner of food.
- We left Sydney and drove for four days straight, roughly 700 kilometres per day, all the way home.
- I suffered dreadfully from motion sickness two days into our journey, but we pushed on regardless.
- I spent two full days with a spinning head upon our arrival in Townsville.
- We took Pip for a wound check. The doctor was impressed with his healing and sent us on our way never to return again!
- It was hot and humid and we were sweaty and whingy.
- My Pete returned to work.
- I bought new diaries for the year and wrote neatly in them with sharpened lead pencils.
- I bought school supplies for Pip and he organised himself in preparation for a new year.
- I made a Christmas quilt. A little out of season, but it is a magazine commission for a Christmas in July edition.
- I went back to work.
- Someone at my work spilled their coffee on my brand new neatly marked diary making a stain in November and December.
- We watched a cyclone come down the coast.
- It rained and rained and rained and rained.
- Pip went back to school.
- It rained and rained and rained and rained.
- Ashy got her licence and drove herself to and from work.
- I sat on the couch while Ashy drove herself to and from work feeling delighted.
AND NOW… I think it’s time to come out of my shell and face the world again.
Peppermint Patcher 