Back to normal, whatever that is

The fist week back at uni is over, and I’m stuffed. El guapo was there in Wednesday’s lecture and I couldn’t stop glancing over in his direction. I find out if I’m in his class on Thursday next week.

Yesterday, Thursday, started off on a rather shaky start. I slept through the alarm and woke up five minutes before I had to leave. Miraculously, I got dressed and grabbed my bag and got the train on time. Just in time, it turned out, to need to go to the bathroom. After the trauma of having used the toilet on the moving train, I made it to uni in time to go again before the lecture. While Laura found us a seat I ran to the nearest toilet and did a monumental shit (I won’t go into anymore detail than that, but trust me, it was epic). I crept back into the lecture theatre and sat next to a girl who on first glance looked a lot like Laura, but who was in fact not Laura. Oh well. I caught up with her after the lecture.

After a quick trip to the library, I hopped a train to Strathfield to meet Liz. Liz was in Sydney for a week for a conference, and although it has only been two or three months since she moved, I missed her terribly. Actually, to be honest, I didn’t realise I missed her until she told me she would be in Sydney. Once together it was like old times. I miss those.

We drove homeward, did some shopping (Liz hasn’t bought Harry Potter yet). We stopped in at Nana’s to pick up the key to her parents’ place and found that she had a houseguest: a little white bundle of dwarf rabbit. He’d been in and out of her garden for a week or so, and she (with the help of Liz’s Aunt M, who also lives there) cornered it under a metal mesh plant stand. The plan was that they were going to give it to Liz’s sister, for her daughter, but unfortunately the plan was a little sketchy on the detail of how it was to be transported from Nana’s to Liz’s sister’s place.

The (seemingly) obvious solution to this was to carry him in a cardboard box, on the lap of the passenger (read: me) while Liz drove to her sister’s. After finding several boxes that were totally unsuitable, we found a box that, while a little on the small side, was the best we could do. Liz moved the metal mesh and deftly scooped the rabbit into the box. He wasn’t happy about it. After trying to scratch his way out he calmed down and Liz and I started saying out goodbyes to Nana and M.

I was saying goodbye when I noticed drops coming from the box. These were followed by a stream of acrid yellow liquid, spewing forth from the corner of the box. I said something (I forget what) to Liz and she held the box at arm’s length but the damage was done: she had rabbit wee all down her front and on her jeans. She put the box on the ground and the rabbit, like a small white jack-in-the-box ran off. He was quickly chased by Aramis, Liz’s dog, but he got away.

After this episode, Liz tried to catch the little fluffer again, but after a while we gave up, figuring that a rabbit like this was not suitable for a 3 year old anyway. We went back to Liz’s place and she washed her clothes.

That night, Nana, M, Liz’s sister, her two kids and her fiancé, Liz’s dad, Liz and I enjoyed a dinner of pizza before I collapsed into bed.

Life is, for now, back to normal. Whatever that is.