Last Friday, the sale of our house in Melbourne was completed. “Settlement”, as it is known here, took place just after noon. Early in the arvo, we had emails from our lawyers that it had all been done. This finally closed our chapter in Melbourne.
Later that night, we had Kiddo, Mic and little Abby over for a simple home cooked dinner and the next day, we had a “yum char” lunch at Woden. A little celebration, of sorts.
It poured heavily late on Sat arvo and on Sunday morning when we went our for a quick walk, I slipped on a mud ridden path. My already dodgy knee took a beating and the soreness lingered through the day. No run for me this morning and as I came back from an extended walk, Tress was walking out with more rubbish (it’s bin day on Mondays) and I took it from her and walked towards where the bins were. Surely enough, there was another slip (is it old age or soreness from the day before or just plain clumsiness…).
As we begin life completely untethered from our Melbourne chapter, my knee, back and ego nurse a soreness that says, take it easy (easier). No rush please, we’re in beautiful Bush Capital.
I listened to John Dickson’s “Undeception” podcast this morning, a talk on – wait for it – wine. His guest even has a name that sounds like a very good German/Austrian Riesling (“Gisela Kreglinger”). It was, as usual, a very good podcast. I should put that into practice, as it is such a sensible approach (lots of biblical support too, I might add) to this delicious but tricky beverage.
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