Rainy days ...

and Monday's always get me dowwwn. Well, I don't have much of a chance today then.

We have another new addition to the GTs starting this week. A new one only started a couple of weeks ago. Two new faces in such a short time, but I don't think we'll ever get back to where we were at our most productive.

The Teen is desperately unhappy with her situation at the moment. Her job has her rostered for weekend after weekend, with little in between. They are very short staffed so today she works a double shift. With a five hour gap between shifts. With no car and no lift available, she can't go anywhere between times. She doesn't get to see Harry much anymore because he works during the week. Even with all the extra shifts, her pay rate is just enough for her to pay her bills and nothing else. She wants an office job and is busily applying everywhere, but as an adult with no office experience her chances of getting anywhere are very, very slim. MOTH tends to think that perhaps Admin wouldn't be the thing for her. She's just too active. If she didn't suffer from Anxiety, I think she'd make a great promo girl!

Anyway, I think she desperately wants to come home for a while but Harry simply will not budge.

I've seen The Hunger Games again. I think I enjoyed it just as much this time round as I did my first viewing. It makes me want to buy the books. I um and ah, and eventually I do. All three volumes. Electronically of course.

When visiting here last, Elder noticed her concert tickets were missing. They weren't pinned to the notice board. Uh oh. We've no idea where they may have gone. I get a call from her this week. Have you looked? Have you found them? Where did you look? I'm sure they were pinned on the notice board. MOTH and I are equally sure that she went to pin them there, was told Sheldon would take them down if she did and they were put in a "safe place". No one has a clue where that place could be. That's how safe it is. Eventually we decide they just aren't going to make an appearance and she decides to see if she can get them replaced. Luckily she can, but it will cost an extra $20 a ticket. Very, very expensive concert tickets these are!

I get the pan off layby and I can't wait to use it. The instructions that come with it are impossible to read. At least for me they are. Why do people make the writing so darned small? Even with my glasses I can't read it. I end up taking a photo of the page and enlarging that. I've seasoned the pan and it's good to go. Hopefully if I treat this one right it will last for ages.

It even has mittens! I can use it stove top, cook top, oven. I'm not sure about gas cooktops though!

The end of the week is here and I'm exhausted. My favourite part of the week is the 'couch collapse' on Friday afternoons. Just knowing there are two days off ahead of me is magic.

Elder and Burrich are due to arrive tonight ready for the concert tomorrow. She managed to get the tickets replaced and has to collect them from admission when they arrive at the venue. Even though it's only been two weeks since I last saw them, it is good to catch up with them again. It was getting a bit quiet.

The weather this week has been rainy and muggy. A most marvellous combination ... NOT! Saturday dawns beautifully, a bright blue sky. It's sticky again by day's end. Elder and Burrich have left for the day. They won't be back till well after dark. I go with MOTH up to the juice bar for a coffee before we join up with the Baby Sitter's Club. While having coffee, Elder and Burrich walk past. Burrich has purchased himself a new tee. I like it. I want one. Elder is busy telling me that they were nearly rear ended in the car park. Someone waited for the car in front of them when reversing out of the parking space, but didn't wait for them! I buy the tee. They're in men's sizing, but the M fits well and the material is soft. I like it already. And at $12, who am I to complain. The wording on the shirt was written for me. I'm sure it was. "I'm only wearing black until they invent a darker colour".

Sheldon, the walking flea magnet, is at it again. I decide to try something different and use an oral treatment this time. The vet suggests something called Capstar, a course of tablets for six days. They are $29 for the course. Fair enough, I'll treat them all this way. But when I arrive to pick them up, the assistant puts them against Jerome's name and sticks a label on the box. Six tables for six days, followed by one tablet a week for six weeks. What? That wasn't part of the deal! So, maybe I'll just dose one cat then! At least the others don't eat their flea treatment off their backs. If only pets weren't so expensive!

We leave the vet and reverse from the parking space. As MOTH changes gear to Drive, there's a terrible crunching noise. It seems we have been rear ended! MOTH tells me to get the plate number but he calls it to me before I can even see the car ... driving out of the car park. They didn't stop, or even get out of the car to check damage. Luckily we've managed to get off pretty easily, just some grey paint on the boot lid and some scrapes on the bumper.

I know the xBox will be going soon. I have a last little bit of time with Fable 3 before it's good bye. I finally eject the disc from the console and pack up the games ready for tomorrow.

Elder and Burrich are due to leave today. They start packing the car and sorting through belongings. They can't take everything of course. It starts to rain and I dive out of the couch. The tailgate and both back doors of the car are open and not a kid in sight. That's it, that's my exercise for the day. I unhook the xBox. Good bye old friend. However, Elder has agreed to replace it with her PS2 which she won't be taking with her. How odd it is to use a console with wired controllers! So old fashioned. She's left me her games as well, so there will be plenty of look at. She leaves her copy of Guitar Hero Wii on the drum kit. What good is that? And they aren't taking it with them, they don't have a working Wii. ... ... ... and it slowly dawns on me that I've been looking at the kit as a piece of junk stuck in the corner when I could have been playing it... Not slow, me. She digs the guitar from behind the couch and now I have a drum kit and a guitar to play with. And no one to collapse in hysterical laughter when I stuff up. Which I will. Excellent!

They leave in the afternoon and all is quiet again. I look at the spare bedroom. It's still a mess. Dang. Not quite as messy as it was, but still messy. The jumble of boxes in the garage have been put back in some semblance of order. She's made some comment before she left so I check her room. And nearly collapse in the doorway. It's practically spotless and the bed is made. Wow!

I flick the last page and ... I'm done. That's the Hunger Games trilogy finished. Why oh why do I have to read so fast?? Now what will I do?