2009..ready & waiting!

Well. Here we all are then. New year, new house (or rather, should I say, old house, having lived at Mum's proposed retirement flat a few years back) in Kingston, new boyfriend (as of Christmas Eve..certainly wasnt anticipating that one!!)
It all seems to look far too promising!!Last year was remarkable for its unpredictability...at the start of 2008 I had a job, a man(questionable!), a cat, was pregnant, was reasonably settled housing wise, and by the end of October it all became unstuck. Was homeless, fleabitten, single with a baby , no job and few prospects. (see post before last)
So am cautiously optimistic about 2009. Thank god for my mother is all I can say, without whom who knows where we would be now. she has generously let me move back into her property to give us some sort of stability for the year & to catch up a bit with the pile of debts that have been accruing steadily since I left work to have Minerva in June last year. Not only that but she spent the best part of a month looking after us up in Devonport , re washing every skerrick of household linen & clothing that we own, and fighting our wars for us with the last real estate agency. (Just got a call from the residential tenancy commissioner, who is actually going to ask for some of our lost bond and fumigation costs back...wonders will never cease)
All in all, we had a nice quiet Christmas, spent lunch on the day down on my little brother's block at Castle Forbes bay with quite a hangover from the champagne & oysters & night feeds the night before....and a quiet New Years Eve with family & new bloke. Not sure why we all had to sit up til midnight and then everyone buggered off home and mum toddled off to bed. I felt like ratshit for two days afterwards.........
First hot Summer day today at 31 degrees, am waiting for new couch to arrive (no more wicker cane jobby, may actually be able to slob out properly and feel comfortable feeding Miv). Other recent happenings include my Grandfather, Neil Watson, dying on the 19th of December from having to have an operation to repair two broken legs sustained during a fall. He was 86 and had advanced cancer so one of those deaths that are sad but probably better quick than lingering. They flew his body down to Tasmania from Victoria and he was buried a few days into the new year at the Huon cemetary, where Watson's Rd still shows the generational echo of centuries of our family's heritage.
Taxi combined dont seem to be that keen to give me any retraining/work in the radio room despite fond farewells and promise of return to work flexibility, so I've made tentative enquiries towards doing the dip enrolled nursing at tafe. Depending on how I go I may choose to go on and study to be a registered nurse at Uni. Or I may be at Tafe a week and decide its all too soon and I no longer have any brain cells and just stay at home with Minerva and look for some part time easy work. Preferably cash in hand. Nothing like a bit of optimism!!
So here's to a better and brighter year. May we all live, love, learn and leave a loving legacy...