all will be well

I've just realised my camera's upstairs and I cant be bothered to get it right now, so I might just add pictures later, although I usually put them on first to remind me of what I have been doing!

Friday: I think this was mostly packing toys and stuff with the children, and Martin came round to annoy me, no to use the phone to shout at the gas board which did invade on what's left of my inner calmness. But I fell kind of obligated to help him out as he has been helping me out, except it is not me he is helping out, really; he has been moving Brendan's stuff out in a painstakingly dragged-out fashion. Not really Martin's fault; Brendan has not been very together about this and doesn't seem to reallise how difficult he is making it for me, or maybe he is doing it on purpose. Anyway, we finally got out in time for a charity shop/friend run. No, hold on, that was Thursday.

Friday: I didn't go to work as Joy was feeling ill and the others didn't really want to go, plus it was half term so no children would be there. I went down to Hebden for some reason, and decided to try to open a bank acccout for putting my surplus funds from the house sale into, but, after deflecting the speil about special offers on mobile phone insurance, etc (what!) by calmly explaining that I did not want all those things as I am not really into money and didn't really want a bank account except that I need somewhere to put some money apart from under the matress, (which is beginning to sound like the better option), and promising to read the speil at home as I didn't really have time right now, I WAS DECLINED: The bank didn't want my money, no doubt because I have a bad credit rating, (by association).
We bumped into Kelly and her little Brendan (who is 4), who had both nearly recovered from being ill, and invited them up to play (phew! a playmate at last! and one with a mum who I like to talk to, too). So they came up, and Joy went to horseriding. Martin and Brendan came up to get a few bits of furniture, and I was very glad to go to my evening tai chi class. (My two ex's, in my kitchen, drinking my tea, eating my avacados; it could have ben toooo much if I hadn't been in a good mood).
Afterwards I went along to the bonfire at Callis, which was just what I needed, and I was in very high spirits all evening, dancing round the fire with Irish Clare, who drank half my cider, but was great fun, and Guy, who had his sound system out, and was very chilled and talked to me a lot about home education. It was great to see Charlotte, too. I finally collapsed in a heap in Guy's boat at about 2am.
Saturday: Got home around 10am and Michelle came round to help me pack. I think I might have got more done on my own, but it would have been very hard emotionally. I got the hardest room done, which contained all my 'STUFF', and we lit a big bonfire and burned loads of my STUFF and sang songs till after 2 (again!).
Sunday: I did a bit more sorting out of charity shop stuff and rubbish this morning, upstairs. Then I went to the Sacred Song (I wrote sacred snog then!) workshop, which was very uplifting. I was familiar with most of the songs, including: All Will Be Well, Dona Nobis Pacem, Sanctus, and Om Navar Shiva- I like all those. It brought peace into my heart. I love singing.
After giving a lift back to Jane and Robert (who was my homeopathic doctor years ago, and Jane I helped run the Steiner playgroup with), and offloading them with all my old Resurgence magazines, I finally managed to catch up with my friend Josee for a few minutes.
When I picked the kids up from their dad, he was a bit grumpy and still grumbling about the amount of money he's getting from the house. And having to look after the kids half the week and work his arse off - so now a week is 4 days long is it, or does the weekend count as half the week? I pointed out that I was moving house in a few days, not getting into the finer points of the fact that I actually didn't want to move, and that if he had them on a regular basis I could work, too. I just need to catch him in a good mood and get him to sign the damn thing. I think we have finally agreed on an amount though, phew.
I called in briefly to see Dave before going home, so now I'm all loved up... We also saw Helen, who has offered to get Thai take-aways on Friday afternoon, when I've moved in, with Mark, who lives a few doors from the new house. It's so lovely to be so supported by all these lovely friends when I'm moving. I know I have mentioned loads of people in this post who you won't know, but they are obviously important to me right now.

Also: just now I was quietly sitting in the kitchen when suddenly there as a dragonfly flying about in there. I thought I might try and find out hat it was tring to tell me, so here goes:
"Dragonflies represent the powers of light and transformation, and
the ability to see through illusion. They bring us prosperity and harmony. In
terms of meanings, dragonflies symbolize going past self-created illusions
that limit growth and change, themselves being a symbol of change."