To Everything There Is A Season...

I know I haven't updated you on all the fun things I've done with G-pa this weekend...and unfortunately, this isn't that post.

I just want you all to know that I was just sitting on their computer (since mine doesn't get internet here) and started to tear up.

Oh no. Not because I'm just overjoyed to be spending the week with my long-lost grandfather. Not because we've been reminiscing about the memories of my dad and his brothers and my crraazzzy grandmother. Not because these grandparents have been bending over backyards (srsly, they used to be in the circus) to make me feel welcome and special.

BUT BECAUSE...

I'm sitting on a computer, playing spider solitaire and slowly, VERRRRY SLOWLY, watching my life pass me by. And I'm not getting any younger. And I'm not going to find my husband via the computer. Well, maybe playing WOW (World of Warcraft something or other), but definitely not by playing spider solitaire.

IT'S CALLED SOLITAIRE FOR A REASON. People DIE solitarialy....alone....when playing it. DIE.

So I'm off.

To ride a bike.

Borrowed from the cute, Aussie, taken neighbor.

That has gears. (the bike, not the bloke)

And front brake handles.

Dear God. Help me now.

Love ya!

Quickie

Just wanted to give you a quick update.

I'm in Dunsborough. Just met my Step-G-pa. And ya know what?

He's awesome. He's so happy to meet me, we have a ton of graphic arts in common, his wife is an amazing painter and they're damn funny.

Old. But funny.

I love them. Srsly.

Moving on.

I'm in a MAJOR dilemma. I can't figure out if I should stick it out here in Dunsborough, get a job and make some cash before blowing it all in Queensland.

OR. Staying here a few days, prolly enough to get my diving certification (yes. I'm serious. It's expensive, but it's forever and they apparently have the best diving here in W.A. Almost better -- if not better -- than the Great Barrier Reef. Whaaa?), then go off to Queensland and find accommodation and a job there. Thinking Surfer's Paradise. It's not glamorous. It's not Aussie. But it's party touwn. So much of a party, the town is spelled with a u to emphasize the party atmosphere.

Your call people. Lemme know.

And. BTW. I haven't forgotten about the douche bag back in Perth who made my heart sink cuz I was stupid enough to bad-mouth her family. Openly. And, no, I haven't heard from her after my apology.

Also. I got a voicemail from my Sydney boyfriend, but I'm thinking about making him wait. I dunno. I'm still kind of wrapped up with him in my mind, I think I need a break. Get him out of my head and then contact him to let him know I'm alive. And over him.

Advice on any of the above is helpful. Really helpful.