Tress and I have stepped up on our more detailed planning process. We’re now eyeballing what we’d probably cart up to the capital city and into our new home, and what we’d leave behind.
Leaving behind is only a concept. In practice, whatever we choose to not bring with us into the new home, must be given away or sold. Tress has been giving away numerous stuff and on Sunday, I put our outdoor furniture on the FB marketplace page and it got sold within a few hours. A guy from Rosana rocked up, tried to fit the table into his Kia Sportage, failed, and Tress found some tools for us to dismantle the table top from the legs and so the sale was done. Our deck now has just the one Weber which is the charcoal one. The other, the Weber Q, was gone on Friday and now, the furniture too is gone. The deck looks larger now, Tress said last night…
Yesterday arvo, in between selling furniture and going to the storage place to retrieve more stuff, I did what was probably our last working week meal prep cook. It was a last minute thing – with many utensils and other kitchen stuff already packed away – and we managed to rustle up a few meals to be stuck in the freezer. So for the next week and a half, we’d not have to think about what’s for lunch, on a working day.
The day before (Sat) we drove up to Woodend. Andrew and Jasmine were headed this way and asked to catch up. They were going to see Ruth and Jon in Woodend so we agreed to catch up there. We had wanted to see Ruth and Jon before we left Melbourne anyway, so we left late morning, bringing the little Padawan with us. We had lunch there, and it was a nice catch up between cousins.
At St Alf’s yesterday, I did a quick mental countdown and realised it would only be about 4-5 Sundays there to go. So I soaked it all in and took in every moment of the service yesterday, including copious notes from Rene Pfitzner’s sermon. I will miss St Alf’s quite a bit.
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