In this case, not necessarily the entirely opposite, as we might still be headed east, but I think the huge road trip has been postponed. Ruthie talked to our postmaster today [after riding my bicycle - "push bike" down here - to the consulate since I had the car], just after his return from Queensland, and apparently the water there is still frigid. Seeing as how the reason we were headed to the beautiful beaches of the land of sun, was to jump in the waters before the jellyfish swarmed. Turns out that even though air temperatures up there don't drop below 20, the water temperatures certainly do.
So, instead, we're looking at other options: beachy and mountainous roads that don't necessarily require getting into the water; more, shorter road trips instead of one big one. [Tomorrow, in spite of the dodgy forecast, we're off to the Grampians again.]
Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset that the huge road trip is postponed - there is still plenty to see and do within one and a half days from Melbourne. But what gets me is that when I vocalize plans that are in the works, be it an email to Mom, or mentioning it to someone in passing at work, boom, the plans change.
Ahh well. That's how it goes.
In the mean time, very exciting news: the movers contacted us today. As I was in the midst of a busy day, I forwarded them onto Ruthie, and it looks like we might have our furniture delivered by next Thursday. [For the record, furniture delivery added to our change of plans, as it's easier to have Ruthie here waiting on the movers than me, since they offer no time window, I'm trying to save actual leave for said road trips, and plans for the massive trip included Ruthie and Lorraine leaving on Monday or Tuesday.]
So, if our furniture gets here on Thursday, October 13th, and it was picked up on Monday, July 18th, it will only have taken nearly two and a half months for us to get our stuff. Well, they told us 45-90 days, so I guess 84 days is better than 90, right?
-EP
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