Moving day yesterday. For about half an hour I didn't think I would make it - of course the sister has to be on the top floor, four flights of stairs up, on the second floor. I started off well, but by about the seventh or eighth load, a bed end, by myself (silly), I was struggling. My muscles were screaming out, I was stopping after every third or fourth step, and I seriously felt there was the possibility I would fall and take a while to get back up again.
With two of the flights of stairs to go, Mum heard me struggling, and said she would take an end of the wood and metal behemoth I was battling with, and, once we were upstairs, said not to overdo myself - I replied, but everyone else is - and to take a break if needs be. When I flopped down on the couch, I realised I could feel my heart beat a hundred times louder in my ears and head than is usual.
I was wondering whether to put screaming, but I used that word already for my muscles, and your heart doesn't do too much of that anyways, or throbbing, but that wouldn't have indicated the severity of things that I felt. My face was beet red.
And felt a sense of shame actually, that I had piked out after seven or eight trips, admittedly most of them with heavy boxes, when my Dad, twenty odd years older than me, and my brother had to bring the heavy stuff up - like the fridge, washing machine and the rest. When I had recovered, and my heart wasn't going to burst out of my ear drums, I was given the blankets and other light stuff to handle.
Yep, Pauly isn't built for hard manual labour - give me a mental problem to solve, or mindless trivia to answer, and I'm your man - moving anything heavier than blankets, I would rather pay someone to do it. But I didn't manage to talk my way out of the family helping out thing yesterday, dammit :)
Nice area though, quiet, personally I think my sister will start climbing the walls. Took pics of the Presbyterian church across the road, plus the flowers in the garden - is a block of flats, so they pay corporate fees for the maintenance - as well as some pics of the flat itself. There is a door and stairwell to the street, as well as a stairwell to the courtyard inside. I was thinking very Melrose Place, before seeing that the courtyard was really a glorified driveway - but not having a pool saves heaps on the corporate fees, apparently.
We went shopping at Taigum afterwards, apparently to pick up lunch, and for my sister to do her new house first big shopping expedition thing. I didn't have my wallet with me, so a shopping centre was no fun for me - I went back out to the car, and then went over to the Greek Orthodox Church across the road to take some pics, and then got bored waiting, went back inside to find them - everyone's temper was shortening because of the crowds, the busy day we had already had and all that. Eventually got home to have lunch at 3.30 in the afternoon.
And then, apart from the parents taking the sister back and doing a couple of little things over there - I bailed and stayed home, I had done my job I felt - everyone flopped into mindless TV watching last night.
Today, I will hopefully be going down to the Greek Festival in South Brisbane - I want to see the interior of a church that they are giving guided tours to - and also see whether the Egyptian exhibit at the museum has been extended by three weeks or not. On the advertising it said today is the last day, but online it has said June 12 - so maybe I will be able to get the parents to go in after all.
And maybe catch a movie as well, but movies have kind of slipped off the radar for me lately. I wouldn't go so far as to say photography is an obsession - I have always been keen on it - but yeah, it makes me go out in the sunshine, rather than a darkened theatre, and have a look around the city.
I said to Dad this morning that I didn't feel as sore as I thought I would be, after yesterday. He said I must be pretty fit, with all the walking I do - I think he was being nice, because I felt I was letting the side down, not being able to lift the heavy stuff yesterday.
Ciao for now :)
Pauly
With two of the flights of stairs to go, Mum heard me struggling, and said she would take an end of the wood and metal behemoth I was battling with, and, once we were upstairs, said not to overdo myself - I replied, but everyone else is - and to take a break if needs be. When I flopped down on the couch, I realised I could feel my heart beat a hundred times louder in my ears and head than is usual.
I was wondering whether to put screaming, but I used that word already for my muscles, and your heart doesn't do too much of that anyways, or throbbing, but that wouldn't have indicated the severity of things that I felt. My face was beet red.
And felt a sense of shame actually, that I had piked out after seven or eight trips, admittedly most of them with heavy boxes, when my Dad, twenty odd years older than me, and my brother had to bring the heavy stuff up - like the fridge, washing machine and the rest. When I had recovered, and my heart wasn't going to burst out of my ear drums, I was given the blankets and other light stuff to handle.
Yep, Pauly isn't built for hard manual labour - give me a mental problem to solve, or mindless trivia to answer, and I'm your man - moving anything heavier than blankets, I would rather pay someone to do it. But I didn't manage to talk my way out of the family helping out thing yesterday, dammit :)
Nice area though, quiet, personally I think my sister will start climbing the walls. Took pics of the Presbyterian church across the road, plus the flowers in the garden - is a block of flats, so they pay corporate fees for the maintenance - as well as some pics of the flat itself. There is a door and stairwell to the street, as well as a stairwell to the courtyard inside. I was thinking very Melrose Place, before seeing that the courtyard was really a glorified driveway - but not having a pool saves heaps on the corporate fees, apparently.
We went shopping at Taigum afterwards, apparently to pick up lunch, and for my sister to do her new house first big shopping expedition thing. I didn't have my wallet with me, so a shopping centre was no fun for me - I went back out to the car, and then went over to the Greek Orthodox Church across the road to take some pics, and then got bored waiting, went back inside to find them - everyone's temper was shortening because of the crowds, the busy day we had already had and all that. Eventually got home to have lunch at 3.30 in the afternoon.
And then, apart from the parents taking the sister back and doing a couple of little things over there - I bailed and stayed home, I had done my job I felt - everyone flopped into mindless TV watching last night.
Today, I will hopefully be going down to the Greek Festival in South Brisbane - I want to see the interior of a church that they are giving guided tours to - and also see whether the Egyptian exhibit at the museum has been extended by three weeks or not. On the advertising it said today is the last day, but online it has said June 12 - so maybe I will be able to get the parents to go in after all.
And maybe catch a movie as well, but movies have kind of slipped off the radar for me lately. I wouldn't go so far as to say photography is an obsession - I have always been keen on it - but yeah, it makes me go out in the sunshine, rather than a darkened theatre, and have a look around the city.
I said to Dad this morning that I didn't feel as sore as I thought I would be, after yesterday. He said I must be pretty fit, with all the walking I do - I think he was being nice, because I felt I was letting the side down, not being able to lift the heavy stuff yesterday.
Ciao for now :)
Pauly
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