The assault on my mailbox continues.
I got another 5-6 letters today with more appartments on offer. Just more of the same though, the same neighbourhood. Still haven’t had a closer look at them. I have a feeling that I will probably have to turn them all down though. There seem to be two categories: too expensive or too small. But maybe the closer look will reveal more potential. I hope. My mother said today that maybe it would be better for me to wait until I know for sure that I’ll get my retirement before I say yes to any houses. I guess that is sensible. But it’s almost certain that I’ll get the retirement. And I’m worried that if I turn these down then I’ll have to wait two years before anything else becomes available. I don’t wanna wait, as the theme song to Dawson’s Creek goes.
Do you remember back when I started at TMU I talked about how I helped a woman who couldn’t figure out the bus situation out there? I met her today. On my way home from the playground. Her doctor’s consultation is in Bispehaven, the big appartment blocks behind the playground. So that was why she was in the neighbourhood. She was very upset. Her regular doctor was on sickleave because of back problems and apparently the replacement doctor wasn’t very good. Some private stuff that I can’t write about of course, but she was very unhappy, she couldn’t get some of her medication and she was worried that the replacement doc wouldn’t agree with the TMU recommendation (she’s supposed to get disability retirement too). She walked with me for a while back towards where I lived and we talked. Well, she did most of the talking and I just mostly agreed with the things she said and tried to be supportive. Then I told her that she should contact her social worker and get help with the whole thing. I didn’t know what other advice to give. TMU is closed for the summer now, so they can’t help. But hopefully her social worker can. She’s a very nice woman, and she’s been through some very tough things. I hope it will all work out for her.
Some pictures from the playground now.
The geeselings are getting giantic (sic). When I got too close the parents went into that defensive position and started honking. And then the geeselings all started squeaking and squawking too. I think they will grow up to be very formidable geesers.
Eee I love the little wings in midflap.
I wonder if the playground will keep them when they’re fully grown. I’m not sure if there’s room enough for five fully grown geesers. T’would be quite a magnificent hunting party. No kid would be safe from having their bottoms snapped.
Magnethe, leaning on me. I am always there with a shoulder to lean on.
And there the vicious lambs. Taking a break from their blood frenzy. But just look at them. You can see it in their eyes, how they are getting ready to hunt me down. Aye, there is nothing more dangerous than a lamb once it has gotten the taste of human blood. Beware the pain and suffering they bring.
So, quite a coincidence today. Not long after I passingly mentioned that my parents weren’t married here in the blog, I overhear my mother asking my dad if they’re going to go to the mayor’s office and get a marriage license thing. How about that. I don’t think my dad is especially keen on it, but it seems like he’s going along with it. So they might end up married after all. Without the wedding hoohaah, but I still think it counts as legally married? Does that mean I’ll no longer be a bastard?
I mean, apart from my personality of course.