||[Aug. 30th, 2007|09:04 pm]
OK, that's pretty gross, but fun, no? We are exchanging contracts tomorrow on the new place, then it's a waiting game with the inevitable bank generated obstacle course for diversion. We should be owning the new place in early October! A place for Dax and Weensie and of course us humans.|
I came home with a migraine today. Work has been a bit too intense, I suppose. I was working away on some documentation or some such and part of my monitor vanished from view. So out came the Immigran and I decided home was the safest place to test its efficacy. Catching trains and walking down crowded streets while you can't really see is a trip. Still, the drug did its job - I had no major headache after the aura died down, so now I'm an Immigran advocate.
I'll have to get the prescription refilled before yuriverse and I fly up to Cairns to revisit Turtle Cove. It was there two years ago that we decided to move to Australia. It was already a tentative idea a week beforehand, but it really solidified there, especially on the last day at the resort when we met another Aussie/American gay couple who had already been through the process. And now we're returning as we said we would. It was no idle commitment, like the hundreds of Californian "commitments" I was given (and made) in the last twelve years, 90% of which were never even remotely considered valid. Not only were they not kept, they were forgotten within minutes. "We should all go to Russian River for a weekend trip." "Yes, that will be great fun." It makes conversations flow smoothly, it helps you remain relatively popular, but it almost never results in actual events. My Australian experience is much more truthful.
Anyway, before I bitch myself into a coma, I'll give a shout out to Brett F and John K, who did what they said they would do. Love youse.