2002-05-07

I've been trying to reduce my screentime lately so I've been a bit quiet. My back is giving me so much trouble lately, so even sitting for half an hour makes my whole torso a solid block. In fact, I have to stop typing this already and go do some stretches and stuff. IN August last year, I had an episode where all of a sudden I was in excruciating back pain and unable to move, so I was bedridden for two weeks. I have had some osteopath work, but essentially its all about strengthening my body, cuz all I do is sit on my ass alll day and type into this thing. (Well, why I am I wasting my precious screen time on sites like this and this?)

So now I do 45mins of yoga everyday and am trying to get into swimming out at the university pool. Its too cold for the ocean baths, so now I trek out to the univeristy and use their very schmick heated pool. I feel a bit like a fish out of water, funnily enough, with my white plastic bag holding my swimmers, my thongs and my daggy swimming attire. Its a very shiny swimming place, in fact its a complete fitness centre with acres of step machines, bikes that don't go anywhere and buff folk yelling encouragingly over horrible techno music. A lot of polished timber, shiny metal and shiny, happy people. I go to the pool part only, and swim around a bit, trying to do laps, but I think one has to work up to that as I huff and puff my up and down the pool via the power of breast and back strokes. Afterwards, there are hot showers - it just makes me feel simply decadent. A bit fancier than ocean baths or the council pool. Like a fish out of water.

I haven't been doing these things long enough to be strong yet. I still have trouble opening the back door which is my guage of weakness. When I find it easier to open the back door, which is a little sticky, I know my body is strengthening. Dame is a great neck and back rubber these days, and does it whenever I am uncomfortable....sigh.

Just now I am waiting for my landlord to come over and serve me my notice papers. The house was sold yesterday, freakin finally, and we have 30 days to leave. This whole sale has been a nightmare, and most of the time I have felt like 'person non grata', that I was dead already, and everyone (real estate, owners, buyers) just wished I wasn't around as I am a huge inconvenience to selling a house. I do not keep it like a Home Beautiful set, I live here, and they so desperately wanted it to look like no one lived here so they could see what it might be like when they moved in.

The woman who bought it came over three times, for 45mins each time. The second time she bought her whole family of about 8, the third time she asked if we could fuck off while she looked throught. People have no fucken scruples. "Could you fuck off out of your home whilst I look at it very closely. You being here makes me feel funny, cuz you are not clean and fresh". She now owns it and wanted us out in three weeks, so I said no. We are legally allowed 30 days. Fuck her and her money and sucked in cuz she has bought a bit of a bomb. I can't wait til the first morning she sleeps here, snoozing as the sun comes across the balcony and the birds sing, when suddenly VAROOOM!! The back neighbour starts up his porsche and drives it down the lane next to this house at 7.30am, vibrating the whole house as he goes. She paid $250,000 for that pleasure.

In addition to her visits, for each serious buyer there are three folk who must go through the house before the bank will give a loan: building inspector, pest inspector and valuer. And there were two serious buyers, the other fella only coming through once. So just from two serious buyers I had 10 visits by strangers in 2 weeks. On top of that you had the people looking through who did not develop into serious buyers - probably another 6 visits in that time. None of this takes into account the 4 weeks of open house on Saturdays where I would have to leave and have the house looking nice.

And if you read my last post you know I've been feeling isolated, so all the above has happened whilst feeling that way. Solo and having to be swept under the carpet.

I'm not sure where I am going from here. Still not sure...

On Sunday I had a market stall with Simi and Jameh, just to get rid of some crap we had. But now we plan to do them semi-regularly cuz they are a nice little money maker and I need the cash at the moment, since there is no TAFE work going.