Week 10, Day 2 (Hey this isn't so bad...)

This is day two of blurgh-free zone. Was reaching week 10 the magic number? Well technically yesterday was a *bit* blurgh.. felt really ill when the truck fishtailed a bit on the gravel road on the way home yesterday, but then again, I've never found an appreciation for that feeling of impending loss of control. Asked Wayne to slow down (I might have forced that out less than politely through gritted teeth) and he did, grudgingly. He yelled, I "sulked for NZ" and of course he matched my pout and raised me one. Loudly ignored each other (very politely with lots of "Fine!" interjected) then we decided that half an hour not speakies was too long and made up with a cuddle and a bit of sookiness all round. We're lousy at this fighting lark - perhaps we need more practice but somehow I doubt we'll push the issue much.

Anyway, I have to cut him some slack. He was sick as a dog yesterday with the flu, and as luck would have it, did not pass it on to me. Last night was Stargate repeats and first showing of season 3 of Enterprise, so I left him to it and did my usual Friday night X-Box attack. Nearly five hours of Fable later, Wayne dragged me out and forced me to eat the yummy dinner he'd cooked. Oh the humanity...!

Ever played Fable? It's wonderful! I've got three different characters going, and depending on my mood I'm either a Hero, an Anti-Hero, or an out and out Rotter. Anyone who calls the Rotter "Chickenchaser" is likely to get a bash, which is SO good for the frustration levels. If you have no idea what I'm talking about then you've never played Fable. I highly recommend it. Except for the occasional fight sequences, it's a very low-stress game on RSI, and you can minimise the keystrokes by weilding a few far-reaching spells to knock the stuffing out of your opponents first.

Anyway last night I played as a good-guy, and had a very refreshing time-out. Slept like a log last night, and woke up today feeling like my old self. No morning Blurgh. No "gack it's morning, goodnight see you tomorrow". No pain in the hands or arms either.

Wayne's flu seems all better as well, so it's all good news. He's going to start work today on the shed, by clearing out the potting shed/tack cleaning area and preparing to turn it into a fully lined and utterly wonderful new office. Thanks to a generous client (his!) we've scored an excellent aluminium window and huge double-opening ranch slider, and these will be put to good use. It also means I'll have a box seat view of the orchard so NEXT year, Mr Orchard Thief, look out!

By shifting the office out of the house, it gives us back a third of the house space and allow us to reclaim two bedrooms. Good grief.. fancy that.. a house with 3 bedrooms and no office? Who'd've thought of it? The resulting space will allow us to get the gib-stopping finished & the entire house painted & prettied ... and may even be completed before baby makes her arrival.

Yeah riiiiiight...

Hey let's be clear - I have every faith in Wayne. I've seen him do this before, remember. He turned our city house from a bungalow horror story into a gorgeous, upmarket urban treasure that sold in the six weeks over Christmas (without a real estate agent!).

So my man's abilities are not the reason for the eye-roll and scepticism. It's his reluctance to say No that puts the whole timeframe into question. Just today he accepted another new client, even though he decided weeks ago to slow things down on the gardening front so that he had time for his landscaping clients (there is a difference), and time for the important tasks at Nutters Grove.

It will be magic when it's completed, and the house will probably not be entirely finished off for a bit even then. Naturally, being a male, he's thought up a list of totally essential tools that he must buy for this job, and naturally, they are expensive. Men and their toys... I'm quite philosophical about this; he does need the equipment, and he's actually safe to be trusted with power tools, which is a rarity among men. But it's an expense we really could have done without right now.

Then there's all the usual farmlet jobs to do in the mean time, like split firewood for winter, maybe get some fencing done so that we can hope to cut hay next year, muck-spread in the paddocks, drench the horses and cattle (oh fun.. sharp horns and no cattle yards). And of course, run back and forth to baby-type appointments, and maybe even get some work done so that there's an income to pay for all this expenditure!

But on the positive side, at least my brain is back and my nausea seems to be gone, so at least I can be an asset again instead of a patient. Now if I could only stop myself worrying about that CVS needly-nasty this coming Thursday....... (shakes self!) Cut it out, Karl. Look forward to the scan and seeing Tadpole waving back at you, and if they need to pig-stick you afterwards, then just get through it, you big whimpering coward ;-)