House things

In between the racing around we are slowly but surely getting closer to selling the house. We've signed a contract with a real estate agent for the sale, which was an interesting process - ruled out a few very quickly but ended up with a couple we would have been more than happy with, so just picked one pretty much at random. None of them seemed too bothered by our house, which is good, and all had much the same idea about what it is worth and how to sell it. I think that is a good sign, that we have a ordinary house, that people expect.

This gem came up in the school books. The main memory of Parliament House was the duck poo! Fair call, there is a lot of it.

These also appeared in a kid's room. I am not sure what they were for, hopefully not running a meth lab. I have a vague memory of an eco-science course (one child did physics and advanced maths, one most definitely did not) that involved lake water, which may have needed little tubs. Maybe.

And my husband concreted the floor of the hot water cupboard, that was just gravel and dirt. The whole laundry is very dodgy and we are going to paint over as many of the problems as possible, but thought having a floor on a cupboard was a good start. We are going to buy a shelving unit, put it in there, put our laundry powder on it and hope that the lack of light will not give anything away. 

Racing around

It's been non-stop here - for me anyway - with work travel to Nowra, then straight down to Melbourne for a long weekend, then into a sitting week. Nowra was fairly boring - it's about three hours from Canberra on the coast, about two hours north of the beach house, so different roads to drive down. Interesting drive I suppose, but Nowra itself is nothing to write home about. 

In fact it was so boring that the only photos I took was when we stopped at Fitzroy Falls on the way home. Very spectacular but I didn't get too close to the edge. In this photo I am carefully blocking the view of the falls that are right behind my fat self. You get the idea - long way down.

Then off to Melbourne next day for number two's graduation show! (This is us having a cheeky cocktail by the river, unrelated to the show). Can you believe it, three years is over, and the graduating Theatre class wrote, directed, acted in and designed three short theatre pieces. It was great - a bit more experimental than we're used to - but if you can't use audience interaction, screaming and full-frontal nudity in a grad show then where can you? Thankfully those three things did not occur at once, which I don't think we would have been able to handle with equanimity.

Poor number two was down with tonsillitis but performed at the show we went to, before having to dip out of the next one. That did mean we got a chance to hang out though which was lovely ... it's a bit of an unsettling stage of life when uni comes to an end - not helped by the flat breaking up as well. Poor wee sausage, it was good to be around and provide food/panadol/moral support.

We took a day to go down to the Mornington Peninsula - about an hour and a half drive from Melbourne - and see something new. 

Mainly we went to Heronswood House which has awesome gardens ... but not TOO awesome, it felt very achievable, even though it's not. We definitely got many ideas above our station in life. This fluffy stuff is a fennel variant. I think it's so pretty, and largely unkillable.

Saturday we spent an afternoon at Rippon Lea which is more of a stately home in Melbourne itself - just around the corner from where we were staying - which was also very beautiful but slightly less relateable.  

We enjoyed it but didn't take the four thousand photos that we'd done the day before for plant identification purposes :) Not sure if a rocky slope facing the ocean is a good model for our inland clay, but we will keep with the current garden philosophy 'if it dies it dies'. And we have no ambitions for an artifical lake of this size.