Busy busy busy. Shopping shopping shopping. Mother and Daughter Waxing Trips (man, she can fuss OW OW OW OW OW). Oh, and eating take out food and watching dvds - so maybe not that busy after all Last night I watched Memoirs of a Geisha (very pretty! I really enjoyed it, but it didn’t pack the emotional punch that the book did) then The Virgin Suicides by Sophie Coppola. Been meaning to watch that one for ages and ages. It was damn good, I tell ya! Kirsten Dunst did a fine job, I thought, but Kathleen Turner was great! Then in the morning I watched Brokeback Mountain (living in the Boonies means I miss so many movies and then have to catch up on dvd). I LOVED this movie. It was SOOOO sad. Now I have a traumatised teenager (he had a pillow over his head for all the sex scenes but kept saying, “I can hear it! I can hear it!!” Quite a performance. Nearly better than the movie.
We are leaving Townsville for New Zealand tomorrow morning, so we have laundry and clothes strewn everywhere and I am stressing out about excess baggage (had a dream last night that I had to pay $400 extra) and missing Peter already. That is a bad sign - he only went back to Hughenden two nights ago. I won’t see him for another ten days. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but we have had our years of too many months apart and these days I cope with it less and less well. Sad now