So it is back to the grind

Only thing is the grind is a lot coarser.

Today, Monday will see me driving from Tanjung Bungah to Island Park every morning and afternoon. It is an extra 8 KM and probably 30 minutes more of driving. However, it is not a big deal because the school term is ending soon. One month and a few days more and the year end holiday is here.

My mornings will be filled with dropping son at kindie, go makan breakfast and then, go to my old home to pangsai and clear more things from there. There are still lots of things to pack and move over to the new place.

At least we managed to get a more organised home by Sunday evening. Earlier, we don’t even have space to walk. And yet, some outlaws came. Doh…

I hate people who state the obvious. You know…when you talk to some people, they will be talking about the obvious things like ‘today is so hot’, your house is so big, why don’t you buy up the house and renovate it nicely? Yadda yadda yadda….Puhleez, these sort of conversation always made me very impatient and normally, I no free fark them and will move on to do something. It is a complete waste of time talking, isn’t it?

That’s why I think one day, I am going to grow into a very lonely, grumpy old lady because I just don’t have it in me to talk about nothing. Either I say something profound or I don’t say anything at all.

I cannot imagine myself sitting down with other old ladies and old men and talk about my rheumatism or bad memory. It will so boring, isn’t it?

Oops, I digress from moving to outlaws to growing old. Such is my constipated thoughts.

Oh ya, maybe I should also note down that I had left a few ministries in my church. I no longer can help in the OHP ministry because I will need to make too many trips to church. Previously, I was sometimes rostered to do two duties on the same weekend and it wasn’t a problem. I have also excused myself from helping in the lector’s roster preparation because when someone cannot do a duty at the last minute, it will not be convenient to just chip in at the last minute when I cannot find a replacement.

I did think of leaving the church and attend one nearby. But I know I will probably disappear totally because I don’t have it in me to be completely faithful to God. I know I will end up ponteng too often when I don’t have a nice priest to watch over me. Goodness gracious, I think Fr Marshall will probably scare the wits out of me. Right now, I am thankful I have a priest who can tune in to my channel and understands what I am getting at. Previously, I was lucky I have Fr Stephen to tolerate my nonsensical questions. So, I will continue to leech on to where I was ‘born’ (RCIA-ed and baptised) and try to acclimatize with the new church.

So, tralalalala..it is driving an extra 8KM one way, 2×2 a day. Komtar is going to be a lot further away now. But nay…..what will the CM do without this kepohchee citizen journalist who asks questions that made him scratch his head?