I was supposed to post yesterday, I know.
I wouldn’t be posting today if I weren’t too tired to go to bingo (yes, I spend my Monday nights playing bingo at the golf club with the old women, my secret is out)
Everything has been so busy!
Sundays were supposed to be my lazy day, and now they’re just not.
Dad got the keys to his place, and we’ve been busy helping him move in, and going shopping with him.
He’s gradually getting more excited, which is great, because he was being really blah about it before.
We’ve been to lots of places – Super A-Mart, Fantastic Furniture (is there a K in there somewhere?), Ikea.
The only place he got REAL furniture from was when we went to Harvey Norman today.
Ordered a nice lounge and a bedroom suite, finally!
Pretty sure Harvey Norman is the best store ever, and we’re really lucky it was open, because todays a public holiday and we went into the city and EVERYWHERE WAS CLOSED!
It was ridiculous, no where that sold any electricals or appliances (only the furniture part of HN was open), not even Woolworths.
But in my own town everything was still open – no wonder we get so many visitors down on sundays and holidays.
I was a little bit down for a while because in Harvey Norman I saw some chests – not boring blanket boxes, but cute little lime-washed chests with bits of metal on them and they smelt really nice inside, some sort of nice pine.
There was a big one and a smaller one and together they were 500 dollars.
I had already gotten a 90 dollar steamer trunk-ish yesterday (pics tomorrow maybe).
I had like a sudden windfall of chests!
Mum said I could have them, and I had claimed them and was guarding them in case anyone else came sniffing around.
But then Dad came and had a look, said he didn’t like them, pointed out the spindly legs on the big chest, and then Mum was testing and criticising them, and pointed out some cracks in the wood.
It just pissed me off! I mean, it was better not to get them than pay so much for shoddy things, but WHY did they have to be shoddy? How dare the makers of those chests!
Even with a discount from a nice employee, it was too much for them.
Anyway, I’m sure I can find a nicer chest eventually – or maybe just MAKE one.
After Harvey Norman we had lunch, then went to Dads and did his inspection list for the real estate agent, assembled his coffee and tv tables, put away his glasses and things, made his temporary bed (which will soon after be my extra bed)
It’s starting to look like a little house! Although at the moment (until Thursday) his ‘lounge suite’ is three fold out camping chairs.
ABOUT the actual house, it’s a nice unit in about 7 others (well, 6 units, 1 big holiday rental at the front), but they have walls and garages separating them nicely, and his is at the back so you actually enter from the street behind.
So his is on the street just behind behind the waterfront with some nice take out places, not too far from the bluff, nice area to walk and ride bikes, and it would only take me 10-15 minutes to walk to my friends house!
It was obviously made in the 70s, with the yellow and green knit curtains, brown tiles, ‘mustard’ countertops, funny things like narrow cupboards with tea-towel racks in them, dial phone, and until recent changes by the owner it has awful carpet throughout (even in the kitchen!).
But I like it, and Mum and I looked through it BEFORE Dad did, and if we didn’t have so much furniture and eventually an extra girl, we might’ve had it.
There was definitely something else I was going to talk about but it’s floating away.
Maybe it was how tired I am – I slept for 12 hours saturday night, after a not so good day of throwing up on the way to the shops and such.
Maybe it was my sisters kitten, which hunts crickets (they’re EVERYWHERE this autumn! never really seen any let alone so many before), flings its poo, claws the lounge, and sleeps in my bed.
There was something I thought of as I started typing all this that definitely could’ve taken up another blog post or two… hmm.
But I reckon its time to go snuggle on the lounge – if theres room, as my sister always makes a big mess when she ‘cleans’ – because I’ve been doing so much typing, replying to comments and making this (boring?) post.