Thursday

I’m cold.  I want to hop into bed and get warm, but it just seems like a waste of the evening, because we all know I’ll just doze off. 

Another exam today, then it was off to work.  

Picked M up after work and we went to buy Ernie food.  We had been looking around for a particular one but couldn’t find it, so we settled on another variant.  It’s weird to think that these are the last bags of food that we will buy for him in Australia.  We have enough to feed him through until he and M leave, plus the amount he needs to travel with, plus some for M to take with him in his bag. 

We had planned to get some take out for dinner, maybe cheap hamburgers, but neither of us really felt like it.  We got Slurpees instead, and I just wolfed down some pizza shapes.  

Friday tomorrow.  

We went to K-Mart while we were out and picked up some boxes.  We still need more, but this is a good start, and now we know where we can get decent boxes.  Most stores in the mall don’t keep the boxes – they are thrown into a grotty communal recycling machine.  The boxes at the supermarkets are usually flimsy or don’t close up neatly.  We need these boxes to survive being shipped out of Australia, into the US, and then into New Mexico.  No mean feat. 

Anyway, tomorrow night we will start attacking the packing for real.  We are going to take a few small items over to Mum’s house over the weekend when we go there to do some laundry.  We have selected items that are to be disposed of and we will start dismantling those and throwing them out.  We will need to do at least one run to the rubbish dump because there are a few things, like a rotten old coffee table, that we just can’t dispose of in the garbage bins.  I don’t mind though.  For some reason I find the rubbish dump a bit fascinating.  I think it dates back to being a kid and going there with my Dad.  Back then you could just wander around in the rubbish so it was like a treasure hunt where you weren’t allowed to touch anything but my god, you wanted to touch EVERYTHING. 

Booked the car in for a service tomorrow.  We can’t really afford it, the account will be bare after I pay for it, but my little car deserves it, needs it, and has been delayed for far too long.  I will feel so much better once it has been done.  

M briefly mentioned waiting until my brother is overseas before moving to mother’s house.  I almost became hysterical.  Oh god.  What a fucking horrible idea.  I understand the principle behind it, absolutely, but I can’t be here a day longer than we have to.  I just can’t.  I am now growing slightly worried about my weightloss.  I have gone down two belt loops, punched a new hole in my belt and this morning I noticed that I could really use another hole in my belt, although my pants are already ridiculously bunched.  I am not skeletal by any means, but I am certainly a lot less chunky than I have been for the last few years.  I am both keen and scared to see what the scale at mother’s house says.  

I am going to lie in bed and get warm while I drink the rest of my freezing cold slurpee.