On Monday afternoon … πŸŒ

On Monday afternoon I walked to the dentist … Surry Hills to Zetland. I got there early and so sat in East Village going through emails. I glanced at my watch and it was already 3:25 and my appointment was at 3:30, so I rush upstairs and get to the dentist at 3:27.

At 4:04 I am called. So much for rushing!

This is just a last minute check up as I have an occasional ache in my right jaw. I have done the hot and cold water test and no pain, but I tell Caroline (Dr Oh), that it does irritate when I chew gum. In between X-rays I talk to Caroline about the trip and this blog. She is very interested and wants to look it up, but I have Brain spasm and it takes me about 5 attempts to spell out the correct address.

I get the all clear, no issues found. Later I realise that Caroline may follow the blog and may have to edit what I write. I decide not to and instead give my thanks for making my dental visits as good as they can be considering my innate nervousness about going. So I can highly recommend Caroline Oh at O Dental.

I walk from Zetland to Botany. Sarah has a meeting about a housesit during her last week … next week in fact!

I write to Guillem who made contact through Workaway. He is based in Barcelona and wondered if we were interested in an opportunity this year. We are already committed, but it’s nice to be approached.

Tuesday morning I walk a little earlier and it is quiet around the Opera House. You could almost hear a pin drop. In the evening we Skype Steve and Helen about a housesit for them in Ambolo which is a region of Javea. They have two dogs and need someone to look after them when they go away in May for a couple of weeks.

I found a 4×4 on the web which seems a great buy and so make an enquiry. I receive a reply a few days later and perform a guesstimated translation that they are thanking me for my email and will let me know when similar 4×4 cars are available. I leave it a few days and realise I should translate properly and discover they were writing to inform me that the car is in fact sold – bugger!

By Wednesday we decide that we will not go to Chateua Le Mur in Carentoir so I advise Terry and Ernie. This is for a couple of reasons. firstly because of the timing due to our change in dates and because it is not a pure housesit. It is more of a Workaway with a commitment to do up to 5 hours work each day around the property. Sarah may be okay by this time, but I don’t want to over commit so soon after a hip operation. It may well be super cautious … I can live with that.

I collect my sunglasses. The first pair had a fault and the fabrication of the lens was breaking down. It felt like one eye was misty when I wore them. Fortunately they were still under warranty and so were replaced. Even better still they arrived before I left for Spain.

We lunch with Richard at The Cut Bar & Grill in The Rocks and opt to share the slow cooked prime rib off the bone, slow roasted carrots and crispy royal blue potatoes. The huge chunks of meat melted in the mouth and the carrots that looked like small pieces of carved wood were smooth and sweet. It is yet another beautiful sunny day in Sydney and Circular Quay is busy with passengers from Celebrity Solstice.

We are at that stage when I wonder if we have packed things we shouldn’t have and didn’t pack things we should have. I packed my shoes sending them off to the UK leaving just one pair to see me through. But no, a split appears in the side of one shoe. It deliberately waited for the final box to be sealed and shipped until it raised its ugly white smile along the seam. Luckily Myer have the same shoes in the sale and so I buy them just in time for the trip.

I eye Ollie the trolley and realise he will not be coming with us. It is a sad moment. He has served us well, but there is no room in a suitcase and no more shipments to transact. Its the end of a good relationship. I wonder if we can find Ollie a good home?

Thursday comes and goes.

Friday I pack. We weigh the big red case and it is too heavy. Now I have to take an additional small bag.

Lexi calls in for a drink and to say goodbye. She is upset, I know. She latter sends a text, a lovely message from a lovely girl. Saying goodbye can be hard which is why in our hearts it is not the appropriate expression. It sounds so final, but nothing is final. There is a sense of leaving, but we will always be in hearts and minds. There is a sense of separation, but we are all one. Goodbye is not an ending. It is a beginning. For some it is a time to show courage and strength, while for others it is the opportunity to begin again and improve on what came before.

The world of course is not getting smaller. Our ability to reach people beyond the seas that separate us just becomes more profound. Technology for all its criticisms has brought us closer.

We may not hold hands, but we can touch hearts. Distance is only a word. In the end what matters most is the love that we have for each other and the knowing that we will always be there when a friend is needed most. No one is alone. No one need feel bandoned. No one is beyond our reach.

In essence this is just another journey of change for all of us. We should not fear the disruption, but fear the possibility of things staying the same.

Until next time 🌏

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