So close but so far away..

Seems to be the story of our lives as we sprint towards Christmas Day 2020! Yes four more sleeps! A thousand emails, a hundred phone calls (at least) cooking cleaning and building, maybe some Christmas shopping (for food) and listen for the sigh of relief on Thursday the 24th!

The kitchens almost finished (tiling and extractor fan needed) … the painting almost done (heat pump needs shifting) …. unpacking almost done (except for the 20 boxes in the garage and another pile at Jaxon’s house) ….. washing machine almost hooked up (can’t quite get past the building supplies) …. boat almost ready for a run (have new jockey wheel – just need to install) ….. cottage spring cleaned ready for summer guests (the spare room) and the dog has found some peace!

Limited seating space but floyd has his sorted!

Anyway Monday morning exhaustion kicks in so I’m ready to sit at the computer… Friday night saw the WAIPORA (Waiwera residents) committee girls hit the road after dark, clipboards in hand and our makita torch(courtesy of Dan) usherette Val lighting the way. The light up Waiwera “Christmas Lights” competition was taken seriously by around 30 residents…so a short still became a two hour marathon as we oohed and aahed at the local kiwi talent! I think everyone deserved a prize….

This one immediately captioned “the gingerbread house”…

And lighting up the waterfront – one of several to display their artistic talent!

The Riverhaven hall also getting into the spirit…

So that was Friday night! Saturday…. Lexi and I collected my third chair from cousin Trish and the sheets day began! Two lots from house and all the beds in cottage…accompanied by vacuum dust, inside and outside cupboards…a quick shop for dinner and a first clean and restoration of my poor old bike, who has been very neglected all winter and left outside to rust! This was all in a balmy humid temperature rising to around 30 degrees at ground zero! Which is where I was most of the day scrubbing and cleaning! Needless to say Saturday night saw a “hit the wall” moment around 8.30pm and crash – into clean sheets!

Sunday brought no less activity, final 2 washes, more work on bike, with the assistance of a kind lad at the bike shop who sold me the right pump (after loading bike into car and taking it for a trip to orewa) another trip to bunnings for some building supplies to fuel the chippies, a visit with Dad and a Roast Lamb dinner! Boom…weekend gone! Now to attack the pages of emails from frantic retailers wanting my carrybags for the Christmas shoppers!