Thursday, 11 December 2014

Is this the end ...

So if you're a regular reader of this blog, you may have noticed a distinct lack of anything new to read lately (albeit that there's been a couple of backdated posts which you may not have noticed).

There's a good reason for my lack of posting - my life has changed.

You see, I no longer live at Mt Nelson in my compact (but loved) little flat  ...



I live somewhere else.

More importantly though ... I live (at least part time) with these strange monsters now ...



And I live pretty much full time with the cute monster in black ...


I know .. big changes ... but wait, there's more  ...

I now have two of these strange things in my house ...


Strangely, despite being able to fit into the palm of my hand, these strange 'dog' things still seem to  take up 2/3rds of what was once my bed, and I now usually find myself waking in the morning, in some contorted position with no blankets or sheets as the dogs (and kim) assert their rights to what was once my bed.

Yes, my life has changed ... I don't come home anymore, throw my bike inside the front door, discard my shoes and clothes on the nearest bit of floorspace, look at the pile of three day old dishes, carefully,  but precariously, balanced on my sink and chuckle to myself about needing to do them 'someday', as I grab a drink and throw a meal together (on whatever clean plates remain)... and then wander over to the lounge, flick on the television, and turn on the  computer to start blogging whatever nonsense is currently going through my head ...

No ...

My bikes now live under, not inside, the house , and there's now a special basket for wet shoes just inside the front door.  My clothes: well they now have coat hangers and shelves to live in and if they are dirty, apparently, they go in a laundry basket (of which we have more than one which just seems way over the top to me).

I don't think I'm allowed to leave anything on the floor anymore (though I haven't been brave enough to test this) - and I've been informed that the floor needs to regularly cleaned (you'll notice that the word "cleaned" has been hyperlinked for people like me that need to look up what that means).

Also 'regularly', I've now found out, means more than once a month, and I think Kim is trying to get me to understand that it may mean daily.  What's most unfair about this is that Davros (my Roomba robot vacuum cleaner, was not invited to move in with us (although (and I know this is inside a double now triple bracket) he has been smuggled away and hidden downstairs)) and so I actually have to do this "floor cleaning" thing myself.

I also have a dishwasher now.

I've learnt (well I'm learning) that the words "dishwasher" and "washing machine" aren't interchangable, so when I say that "I've thrown the plates in the washing machine" I am apparently not making sense (though I reckon a dish washer is a machine that washes dishes and hence it is a washing machine, so I'm not surrendering on this one just yet).

I've also found out that this washing machine (that does dishes) needs the dishes to be stacked and unstacked every single day (disclaimer - Kim is still doing 50% 60% 75% 95% of this stacking and unstacking, but I'm getting better, honest).

I'm finding that when Kim says that it's my responsibility to take out the compost bin and recycling bins (because she does everything else), this doesn't mean that I should just take them out when they have overflowed onto the floor ... it means I should take them out every day.

Yes, my life has changed.

I haven't been spending my weekends mountain biking and kayaking so I can write stupid blog posts, nope, I've been doing things like assembling trampolines ...

Actually looking at that, it even scares me how dodgy it looks
I spend sunny days inside unpacking boxes and tidying rooms ...


I've been mowing lawns, fixing sliding doors, building kayak storage shelves, replacing broken garage locks, repairing shed roofs and even fixing curtain rails.

Then I've done nearly the exact same thing all over again the next weekend, because, really, there's a reason I used to ride bikes and go paddling and not stay home doing this stuff ... It's because I am sh*t at home repairs.

On other exciting news fronts, we have a veggie garden now ...


And yes, Kim did do 90% of the work (I fastened the net down to some planks of wood - she did the rest), but I'm still calling it our veggie garden.

I do still own my kayaks, bikes and other toys ..


See my pace 17 kayak  in the photo above ... it's trapped (I mean carefully hidden) there in the background behind the garden stuff and I could get at it, really I could.

But, strangely, despite what you may be thinking from this post, the list of things that need doing around the house do seem slightly more important to me than heading off on a ride along some squiggly line I've discovered on a map, because (and I'll never admit this in public) it is important to me that this works, and I am excited about how this will all pan out.

But back to this blog ... the simple truth is that I no longer have a computer parked next to the TV, so I no longer come home and automatically find myself sitting in front of it making updates to Tassie Trails or writing nonsense for this blog, and so posts don't get written.

I'm hoping this will change, and that I will find time to fit my blogging, and my riding, back into this new life of ours, but I think what I'm learning most about this latest exciting adventure is that sometime's its not just about me, sometimes it's about us ...

... and I can live with that.  I really can.  Even if it means some important things go.

Now you have to excuse me ... I have to vacuum the dogs, compost the clothes and put some dishes in the washing machine.

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