lighting candles for ants

23 Sep 2006 9:45am-ish.

The last few days, my faith in the universe has been restored – well at least to some extent. We haven’t won lotto yet (unless liz is hiding it from me), but I think it may help if we bought a ticket…

After coming back from Adelaide, our moods plummeted. The fact that Liz had a cold and I had a stomach-cramping bug thing didn’t help. Apparently hangovers really do suppress the immune system.

Anyway, just at my lowest point, one of my workmates came into my office and said “do you want my beach house for the weekend? I’m not using it.” Then I had a blinder of a week with clients getting jobs and interview, and I spoke to my new boss in lismore who is now letting me choose my hours and days, which should significantly help to reduce the stuck, resentful feeling I was writing about in the last entry.

Liz is happy I’m away for the weekend because she’s sick of me being flat, and needs some space.

The only downer is Grandpa, who’s now counting down the days till we go (for different reasons to the one why we’re counting down) so we’re trying to convince him to come up and see the family for Christmas.

Hanging with Grandpa has definitely been the best part of being in Port Pirie. Well, that and op-shopping…

On an unrelated note, there is a dead pressed ant on the last page I was just writing on. Given it’s partly covered in paper, I’m assuming it dies at some point in the papermaking process.

Poor ant.

I shall light a candle tonight in honour of the ant, and all those other ants Jules and Kirsten killed this week at work. That’s seriously bad karma ladies! Poor ants.

* Update* - I did actually light an ant candle, that’s the truth! Although it was also a prayer candle for a lot of other things – like strengthening the resolve I’ve written about in the next entry – keep reading! - Liv