I have been busy, busy, busy for the last few weeks. Keeping me on my toes, and nearly breaking my back, has been the packing for the house move. Thirty years of accumulation of stuff is no joke. I have been throwing away bags of trash. Besides my back, I am now feeling the ache of my hernia, which my surgeon only stitched up last year. I worked late last night, and decided to take a short break to write my blog - an excuse to sit down. Might end up in hospital again to stitch up my hernia.
Today, Saturday 2 August, also marks the last morning, I serve the altar at the 0700 Mass in church. Fr. JT has been the celebrant for the week. I have been doing this for the past 13 years, and had it not been the house move, I would have continued serving. Serving at the altar, has always been a spiritual achievement. It has given me a lot of peace and brought me closer with the Lord. After the Mass, when I reflect on what I have done, I am overcome by this spiritual feeling which I find it hard to describe. May the Lord forgive me for giving up my services.
In between my packing, I had many chores to catch up with. I was in SNEC for my eye check up. Fortunately everything went off well.
Trying to get my new residence telephone organised, I could not find a Hello Shop. So I called my faithful colleague, who was probably dozing off, for assistance. Sure enough, she found the website and directed me to the nearest one. Good to have friends in high places. It took me about five minutes to get my new telephone number. After that I found a ramen shop and sat down to a nice ramen for lunch, saying cheers to my ex-colleague.
The next day, two old friends sms me for lunch and we ended up in the same ramen shop. It was nice catching up with them and telling funny stories.
During my packing, I threw away a lot of junk which has lost its meaning in the passage of time. I came across some horror pictures of my wedding. That innocent and fine looking young man did not know what he was doing! Too late now.
I came across some funny stuff as well when I found my Fart Book. I must now look for my remote control fart devise. I also found some newspaper cutting of a couple who could not separate after making love. The ambulance had to carry the locked couple in a stretcher. Guess the ambulance came first before the man did.
It was also surprising that I found things (especially my magic stuff), that I had bought and forgotten about, still unopened.
I had posted an advertisement online trying to sell my rosewood bar and writing bureau. So I spent yesterday cleaning them out. I had so many bottles of liquor that I had forgotten about. Unfortunately most of them are now spoilt and not drinkable. So I opened them up and poured the lot into the kitchen sink. My kitchen smelled like a bar. My neighbours might have thought that I have been having a party. I now have the idea of pouring the rest into the toilet bowl. What will I think of next? So far no one has called, and I am sceptical about the response.
The fact that I still have my sense of humour helps me to retain my sanity, in spite of my worries and pain. My next target, the store room. May the Lord grant me strength.
So long....
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Yes, I was zzzz when you called for the Singtel shop number and thought it was all a dream. Glad in your haste you remember this live telephone directory. Lily
I used to do that too when I was in the office but not as obvious as OTK. Boss do that too and so did Old Man. Thanks for the help.
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