School Started Back

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This back to school business is hard to take after 2 weeks on holidays. The routine we were in has gone out the door and getting them to bed early is a nightmare. It was nice and peaceful all day so there's an upside.

My brother rang tonight and I haven't heard from him in ages, so it was nice to chat for a while. My uncle was 70 on the weekend and another uncle and aunt are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary next weekend. I'm looking forward to that to catch up with all the rellies.

Today was productive in a number of ways. The beds are all freshly made (washed all day!!), the DVD player got posted to the repairers (been meaning to do that!!), I saw a computer-repairer about the noisy fan I've been listening to all week (still no response from the warranty mob!!) and he'll fix it while I wait for $44 (AU), and I had an enquiry about the monthly Sunday Market (thank God!). I was beginning to think nobody was interested.

As part of a fundraising campaign for Junee ALIVE, two volunteers, (myself and Rhonda), decided to hold a monthly Sunday Market where anyone who wanted to sell something could come along and set up a stall. The first one was held in March and we had 4 stalls, and a steady trickle of people for the 4 hours we were there. The last one was a huge flop because our ad in the local paper wasn't printed. The paper ran a story about us the following week, so we're hoping more people have seen the article and want to come along.

Finally, 9:45 pm and the kids are quiet. They've been yelling at each other for the last half hour, wanting something to eat, anything to avoid going to bed. Bliss at last, I can finally hear myself think.

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