Rollin' rollin' rollin'

In between trying to put a deal together on one of our Florida properties and watching the deal fall apart, and waiting for word on Jorge's interview to find out if we would be relocating to the other side of the state and then finding out he didn't get the job, and waiting for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to arrive at our local newsagent's and seeing Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in Cairns, and finally giving up on our newsagent before someone spoils the ending for us and getting a friend to grab a copy for us on her trip to the big city, and reading said book aloud and attending the local country fair, and making plans for our friend's visit and planning the upcoming tennis tournament (which has since been blessedly cancelled), we've decided to move again.

It's still in Australia in case you were wondering. (Never can be too sure, can you?) Not far from where we live now kilometer-wise, the kids will still be in the same school, but a completely different terrain, more "the real Australia" as our landlord's agent said. We will be renting a caretaker's house on a massive (even the manager is unsure how many acres or square miles it is) cattle station. It will afford us a great deal more privacy and freedom while saving us a fair bit each month. And now that we've been to the fair, we're ready to finally get some chickens to put in the chook pen out behind the new house.

So this weekend it's pack and unpack one more time.


Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em on,
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, cut 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!

-- Ned Washington (theme from Rawhide)