Life here is not forever

And so yesterday Alastair's Grandad passed away.

We have an enormous week coming up, with the funeral in Benalla on Thursday. Neither of us can miss more than a day of work, so we'll be travelling down on Wednesday after work, and straight back after the funeral - a big 24 hours.

I also have my students' exams on in Sydney on Saturday, which is really stressing me out.

Prayers would be appreciated. :)

Babysitting and other escapades...

I'm babysitting. Thankfully, I was forward-thinking enough to bring my laptop. :) I've already completed an online Natio makeup consultant course thingy, and now I'm updating my blog - how good am I? :)

Not much to report though really...

Last weekend was relatively quiet, which was great. Just what I needed. I bought a new pillow to try to assist in the ongoing saga of my sore neck/shoulder... but I don't know that it's helping. Tomorrow I'm off to the osteopath before work to try and get some relief.

So we're babysitting three cute girls, ages 9, 8 and 2. Their Mum and Dad (and Baby Bump due in 5 weeks) are at a concert tonight. They're all so different. Ellie, the eldest is very grown up, likes using big words such as anitdisestablishmentarianism, and assuring me that her Dad is actually bonkers, she doesn't really have to go to bed at 8:30. :P Anna, next in line, is much my sister Meaghan... basically quiet until you get her going, and usually can be found with her head in a book. :) I read numerous stories to Ingrid (2), who has just turned into a little lady instead of a baby... :) Alastair went to fix the computer of an older couple from church... so I got to do bedtime by myself. :P

Tomorrow night had better be an early night, because on Thursday night we have the Christmas shopping night at the pharmacy, which is apparently manic. I'm working 9am-9pm, so I'm going to be dead. Friday night we're going to Dale and Cass' for dinner, and we're looking forward to catching up with them, it should be good.

Life goes on

Our rush trip to Victoria happened on the weekend. Alastair and I both finished work at 3pm on Friday, and we were on the road by 4pm. Almost seven hours later we let ourselves in at Nan's house in Benalla, and we fell into bed exhausted. On Saturday we went up to Wangaratta (a half hour trip) to see Grandad, and he didn't look too good at all. Back to Nan's for lunch, and in the afternoon, Alastair and his mum went back up to the hospital. He was a bit more himself, and they had a good visit. I kept Nan company at home... we looked at knitting patterns and I experimented with a couple, and then played a computer game! She's a cool Nan. :) We all went out for dinner, and then Alastair's mum went to see a few of her old friends. Alastair, Nan and I shared our specialty dessert (chopped up mint slice biscuits with mini m&m's on ice-cream) and had a good long chat. First thing the next morning we were up and off on our trip home, via the hospital again. We came home via Beechworth - which was beautiful, but added to our trip considerably, given that there was a Celtic Festival on, and the beautiful little shops were all open and beckoning us...

So that was a big weekend, and we were back into work and everything the next day. Alastair's Uncle Jonathan had bought himself and Esme, and Alastair and I tickets to the Amy Gillet Foundation Dinner ($250/head!) which was on the Monday night... in Sydney at The Menzies. Wow. Sooooo not our scene! Fancy food, fancy people... an interesting experience, but that is all really.

Another post-midnight bedtime, and there have been two days of dragging ourselves to work since. :)

Today we had news that Grandad has been moved to Melbourne for a procedure on his lungs... but his oxygen saturation levels were really low, and he was practically comatose, so they haven't done it yet. The doctors have summoned Nan and his children to Melbourne for a family conference, which doesn't sound too good.

That's all really...