February in Townsville is hot and hard and slow. There, I’ve said it. I think I’ve said that very sentence twice before. I didn’t want to have to say it this time, but I can't escape it. It’s true.
This year, like the last two years, I’ve been a bit underemployed during February while I wait for the year to get started. It seems like I’m waiting for so many things …
We WERE waiting for news about the job in Singapore, but it turned out that Hayden didn’t get that one. We’re still waiting to hear about a couple of other jobs he's applied for. I won’t say what they are (in case nothing comes of them) but now that Hayden’s decided that it’s time for him to move, I think he'll keep applying for jobs until he finds the right one. You may place a bet, if you like, as to which of these 79 locations that right job turns out to be in. I think Singapore’s still in with a chance, myself.
In the meantime, we’re waiting for it to be time to get married. Preparations for that big day are still ticking along, although nearly everything’s organised now. Recently we booked a photographer (check out her work – very arty and nice, I think) and as part of that we’ll go up to her place in Port Douglas to have an ‘engagement portrait’ shot. I might or might not show you that when it's done. I still haven’t found my second pair of shoes.
And finally, we’re waiting for this cat, our neighbour’s, to have her kittens. Our front balcony is a lovely breezy spot in the afternoons, so this little white cat with the enormous bulging belly quite often joins me there for an afternoon sit. Earlier today, she was resting on my lap and I could actually see the little kittens moving around inside her, underneath her skin. That was pretty cool.