#1868 The love of records

The record buying continues.

You know, Hubbie and I made a vow to each other a long time ago…

And no, I don’t mean the church ones. No, in these ones we said –

“We will fill our homes with books and music. We will never feel bad for buying that creativity that makes us so happy.”

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Yet another record sale yesterday morning, and I picked up 8 buys for a very good price…

I guess it all depends on if you like the music, on whether you think the $75 is good or not?

Our style absolutely VARIES.

Stuff for me, stuff for Hubbie, stuff for US.

The spectrum of taste goes from one pendulum swinging wildly all the way to the other side. Pop, rock, 70s, 80s, French, even a daggy CD soundtrack, all feature in the assortment I bagged.

I have been hoping to score an Edith Piaf album, and although it’s not in her native French, I can now listen to her sing La Vie En Rose in English…

Hubbie got lucky with Dragon and Goanna, both records he has been hanging to get…

And I couldn’t say no to the singer of Gloria, Laura Branigan, for the steal price of $2…

$2! A loaf of bread is dearer.

And nostalgia called, so much so that when I saw the ‘Grease 2’ soundtrack, the sound of Michelle Pfeiffer singing Cool Rider started floating through my head, and I HAD TO…

So much varying music has been floating through our house this weekend, and I have a certain soft spot for Creedence Clearwater Revival at the moment. Their style encompasses blues/swamp/country rock, and if you listen to their songs, you’ll be sure to exclaim “did they write that?” or “Ohhh, I know that song!”

Loving to discover it all. ๐Ÿ’–

#1844 My star reader

I’ve been really trying to get baby girl reading more.

Not for me, because I’m a lover of words… but for her. It’ll be so much easier for her, education wise, if she’s a good reader, and so I’ve been pretty adamant since school began, that she needs to read something to us every night.

Tonight she continued on with the Hot Dog book she’s been reading, from the local library. This one from the series is called Camping Time. Written by comedian Anh Do, these books centre on a sausage dog called Hot Dog, and his friends, with the adventures they get up to featuring in some wacky way or another.

Well, she started reading from about page 26, since that was what she was up to the other night.

She kept reading…

And reading…

And reading…

AND she got to the end of the book! She had read up to page 113, which means she had almost gone through 100 pages!

WHAT?!

She was on a mission. Aimed at primary school kids, it’s an easy to read page-turner, with large graphics, speech bubbles and engaging sound effects on each page! And on she went, and she did it all.

I’m so proud of her, but mostly I’m happy she chose to do it on her own. Hubbie and I told her multiple times to leave it for another day, but she persisted…

And just look where she ended up. Unbelievable.

I hope this helps her appreciate books and stories a lot more now. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ“š

#1720 Day 222 of getting there: a chip off my block

Baby girl has 5 days off in a row.

Today was her first one. Saturday and Sunday follow, and are a given, sure. But then she also has Monday, and of course Tuesday, our Melbourne Cup Day, off.

5 DAYS.

I think the school decided this early in term 3, and also gave us parents warning too, in case we wanted to take some extra time off, “post-Covid” to plan a family getaway…

Little did ANYONE know that we’d only get to some kind of post-Covid normal (not even normal completely, not yet) this week.

And when the rules of 25km distance are still firmly in place, and accommodation is STILL off the cards, well…

Holiday, schomoliday.

I had to work today. Because, life.

I went to check on baby girl during the day, to see what was keeping her SO quiet in her bedroom…

And I found her sitting on the floor, with two big piles of books, consisting of activity books, colouring-in books, papers, all kinds of paper-crafty related things, that had been combined in this big box near her bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“I’m making a keep and throw pile.”

Oh! I gasped, hand coming to my chest.

This is what we do every so often. We go through papers, toys, bits and pieces that she’s been hoarding, and we decide what must be kept, and what has to be thrown.

I was shocked. She had gone of her own accord, to do her own form of organising, when I hadn’t even asked her?

She was definitely my baby girl!

“Oh! I’m so proud of you honey!”

And I went back to work, thinking finally…

Finally, it’s sunk in.

What has been your proud parent “they’re a chip off the block” moment?

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#1608 Day 110 of getting there: A trip down babysitters lane

Don’t tell me pruning isn’t therapeutic.

I’ve been going to town on our front yard. Yesterday I was getting rid of weeds from one side of the yard, all these fiddly, annoying, tiny weeds that take all this major wrist action to rip out.

But then I went to the other side of the yard, along the fence, and there were these HUGE MOFO weeds… and yet they came out so easily.

When I told Hubbie last night he said “of course, the soil is softer there.”

Ahhh. That explains it.

So today I returned to the fence side of the yard.

It was soooo satisfying.

I ripped out ALL the weeds alongside the fence. They were massive, and I got them ALL OUT.

After such a massive effort, I went inside, had my babycino and coffee break with baby girl…

And then we sat on the couch, to relax and Netflix.

I was really excited, because not only was it a show I was really curious to see, but I thought it might also kind of interest baby girl.

The Babysitters Club!

When I heard the popular book series that I started reading in the 90s, was coming to the small screen via Netflix, I didn’t actually think I would watch it.

Would it suit me, NOW? This 30-something year old (emphasis on ‘something’) watching some early teen girls go through childhood woes and crushes while looking after little kids?

But then I actually read an article saying that older folk (ahem) would enjoy going back and reminiscing about the characters they loved delving into back then, while also appealing to the new middle-grade, tween audience.

Hmmm.

I know baby girl is only 6, but I felt it might be something we could meet in the middle with, and enjoy together.

I loved Ann M. Martin’s books growing up. I still have original books from the series, stashed upstairs in a box, and I told baby girl today that one day she could read them too.

I gained a lot of joy along with many other things, from reading the series growing up. This led to me appreciating the form of the story, the development of the story arc, engaged in watching the characters grow, and the sheer joy of writing which I obviously developed over the years.

The verdict from the show? I actually LOVED it. Baby girl enjoyed it too, though she asked many questions, like at the start, “where is the Babysitters Club?”

“They haven’t started it yet honey.” (In the first two minutes!)

There are plenty of themes of friendship, some mention of boys, the issues of blended families AND even the hints of eating disorders, which I know to be true to the original, because I remember coming across the theme in the books I read so long ago.

A great Netflix watch, it’s light-hearted for the younger girls in your life… or just for those of us wanting a trip down memory lane…

#1584 Day 86 of getting there: the BOLD book

15 years ago when Hubbie bought me a 20 years of The Bold and the Beautiful book, little did he know that many years later I would actually seriously be using it as an encyclopaedic timeline of all things soapy.

I have actually caught up. I may have mentioned a number of times that I was seriously behind on my B&B watching. So much so that my Foxtel planner had during one very long period, NO JOKES, over 100 unwatched Bold eps.

Not even exaggerating.

But you know what has happened during this iso?

Guess what has happened… ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve caught up.

I’ve caught up on the recent eps anyway. And what I mean by that is, I’m across the board on the most recent eps that have aired around the world, and as of today, I started to watch what else they’ve been feeding us while we wait for more eps…

The old eps.

Because they aren’t filming anymore, you know? Just during iso. And it’s not just me, but Australia has caught up with the US!

So if you haven’t worked it out by now, I am a fairly MASSIVE Bold fan.

Taylor-Ridge shipper, Steffy-Liam shipper, ALL THE WAY.

Today I watched the first old ep. Eric and Brooke’s wedding… from who knows when.

Ages ago.

It was OLD.

It was cheesy.

But it was fascinating!

I just kept going “oh they’re so young! Their voices! Their hair! So youthful! So wrinkle free!”

But I had more pressing questions to the storyline, and less superficial ones too.

Why was Stephanie at the wedding of her ex-husband?

Why was Taylor engaged to Brooke’s brother?

Had Ridge been involved with Taylor yet?

Why were Brooke and Ridge making googly eyes at each other when she was marrying his Dad?

You know, the usual.

So after I watched the ep and listened to that original fantastic 80s theme music, I went to the bookcase.

I honestly have never read this thing properly. Not like a sit down and read. I’ve flipped through it, and I loved that Hubbie had gotten it for me when we were dating, knowing how much of a die-hard fan I was (he has a hilarious bold story from back when we first started talking on the phone!)

And it was the kind of book that you could leave on a coffee table and just flip through casually at whim, nothing too philosophical to take up your mind’s attention, or too technical that it required focused concentration.

But I hadn’t even really flipped through it.

But tonight I did. Not just flipped… I read. And read and read. And found out some fascinating stuff. Filled in many blanks.

And realised I will forever more always be team Taylor-Ridge.

And I also realised how many years I have spent following these people.

And I also also realised, I am a bit crazy about it all. ๐Ÿ˜œ

Oh well. You learn something new every day don’t you?

I now need to catch up on these old, classic eps… i might have something like 30, 40?

No rush. I’ll take my time going back in time, with these.

#1565 Day 67 of getting there: hooked on the River

Last night, I was brainstorming.

I’ve been trying to get into ‘book mode,’ or rather, ‘editing-book mode.’

I recently got some feedback on my YA novel that I needed to up the ante for my main protagonist. I needed to make more happen… I needed to really make it, a page-turner.

Those words have been nagging me, haunting me, ever since.

So I’ve been thinking.

Reading over my notes.

Reading over all the feedback.

Tapping my chin with my pen.

Staring off into the distance.

Thinking some more.

And trying to think of some way to up the ante!

Firstly… I’m cutting out 3 characters. Just, gone. Albeit they’re side characters, but still…

Slaughtered. In place of them, a character I really didn’t think would be loved, is actually, LOVED, so he is getting a much-needed identity boost.

But that’s it. Plot points otherwise, at a nill.

I even went so far as to look up the psychology of teenage emotions, to try and get some inspiration and motivation for storylines that might fit my cast.

Fascinating stuff, let me tell you. The amygdala has A LOT to answer for. (Psst, it’s a part of the brain).

But still, no new stories.

What did I need? I needed an injection of teen stuff. I needed to immerse myself in their world, their lives, not to think and act and be like them, no, that I have down pat (part of me will forever be 18…)

I needed to know what goes down.

Books? Could I read more YA books?

Hmmm. Considering that part of my life is a huge work in progress, and I am already time poor…

This writer, more than reader, had to say, NO.

For now.

What was more immediate, than a book?

What could I access, like, right NOW?

NETFLIX.

I jumped on last night and started searching. I had Stranger Things come up repeatedly, and was actually thinking that might be the answer. I had heard about it heaps, had always wanted to watch it… could that be my YA key card?

But as I was watching a preview of it, something else was recommended, as Netflix does so well.

And without even knowing why I was drawn to it, I just knew, it was IT.

Because I have a thing for water. Clearly. (This will become blatantly obvious when my book is released ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

So good!

Riverdale!

I started watching last night. I continued more this afternoon, after work. And by the end of the second episode tonight, I even had Hubbie watching.

I am hooked.

Firstly, what is with Archie’s red hair? It is drawn on, it has to be! And his eyebrows, oh my God so thick!

The small town vibe, I am digging, only because I dabble in it myself. ๐Ÿ™‚

The love triangles.

The Dawson’s throwback to teacher tryst…. nice nice. I wasn’t expecting that.

A murder always makes things more enticing.

The crazy twin. Like, sooo crazy!

I am just loving it.

In fact, I finally have one good reason to be coughing non-stop. I am coughing, baby girl is coughing, and you know what, if that means I will binge on Riverdale this weekend and not be social, well…

Oh well. I will have to deal (happily!)

Hold up, what was the point here? Research? For my book?

Sure, sure. I am totally getting ideas. I have no time to write them though, I have a new show I need to watch…

KIDDING!

#1535 Day 37 of getting there: Once upon a time…

[INSERT MORGAN FREEMAN VOICEOVER]

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved movies.

She loved all kinds of stories actually, the kind she could make up in her head…

The types she could escape to in a book…

And then the ones that would show her another world and reality through visual form.

That girl devoured stories when she could, but alas life took its hold on her and she soon found herself pushing the pursuit of other worlds to the side, to do, you know…

LIFE.

But then –

PLOT TWIST.

One day, this big virus took over the world, forcing everyone to stay at home. Isolation was the name of the game, and if you didn’t abide by the rules, you could die.

And then the most strangest thing happened.

One day she got a message from her cable TV provider, Foxtel. And they said that since they couldn’t provide her (well really her Hubbie) with the sports they so eagerly paid for month after month due to her aforementioned Hubbie’s NBA obsession, (like I said, the virus took over the world, including the sporting arena) they would instead provide them with –

UNLIMITED MOVIES.*

(Terms and Conditions apply, for 2 months only, *unlimited meaning the movie channels provided by us, the supplier Foxtel).

She jumped and leapt for joy, knowing these channels would save her arse on hard days and nights, and it also became an instant babysitter while she was balancing homeschooling with her sudden work from home duties.

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And the girl and her family lived happily ever after, taking in all the movies they could within the expiry date…

But that’s not all.

One night they sat down to watch one from the Premiere channel, called Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.

The girl was soooo excited, because she had watched it the previous year and loved it, and had been hanging to watch it with her Hubbie because she was sure that he would love it too.

So they did. They started to watch it one night in April, and then on the 28th of that month they watched the second part of that movie (they could break it down into parts because it was recorded, you see).

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And even though they are still in the middle of it and haven’t reached the end, they are loving this story.

You see, the girl knows what will happen, and thinks her Hubbie will love itโ€ฆ meanwhile her Hubbie is concerned that fiction will imitate real-life events, and therefore thinks he might not like the end, even though he is thoroughly enjoying watching the character Cliff (Brad Pitt).

The movie hasn’t ended for them. Even when it does, it will be the beginning. Of discussion, thoughts, replaying scenes, online research…

And then the next movie will come along. And once again they will be at the start of another story…

“Once Upon a Time…”

THE END BEGINNING.

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#1520 Day 22 of getting there: Saluting the Sun

I felt so much better today. Part of it was due to the pressure of the BIG day being gone.

Knowing it wasn’t a day like Easter day, where I would usually see my family, well it made it easier. There was no pressure on what the day should have been, no expectations.

And also, the SUN was out.

We took a walk, because being at home is something we are all growing so tiresome of.

We had to.

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It was so gorgeous. The walk along the Esplanade showed us dozens upon dozens of other walkers alongside bicyclists, and we were all getting out for some much-needed vitamin D.

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I am so aware of the impact on mental health this isolation is causing us. So, so aware. And after the day that was yesterday, I know I need to look after myself more, give myself more time outside, taking walks, spending time in the sun, because the days ahead are only gonna get shorter, darker, and colder.

So once home, MORE sun. I took a book my cousin leant to me, and read it out on the balcony.

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The Light Between Oceans. I’m still at an early part of the novel, but it’s getting to that addictive point where the characters are infiltrating my thoughts. I love them already and am already future crying for what’s to happen next.

Baby girl, and then Hubbie soon joined me. All we needed was the cat, and the bird. ๐Ÿ˜‰

And then I snapped this up on the balcony. Clear, blue, crisp views.

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As a contrast, this later tonight.

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I felt it quite telling, metaphoric even. The clouds crossing the sky. Half clear, half murky.

And it made me think…

I think we might be half way there. Through hardship comes clarity.

Or just, the sky was part-cloudy?

You be the judge.

#1514 Day 16 of getting there: Kids yoga

I’ve got a really cool community service announcement today peeps.

Parents of young girls are gonna love me for this…

Frozen Yoga. โ„

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But wait, you parents of boys! Just wait!

Spiderman Yoga. ๐Ÿ•ท

Oh yes. I just went there. This is going to save our arses during this lengthy isolation period.

I found out about this online sensation, incredibly through a work Zoom meeting. A fellow parent mentioned it was keeping his young kids busy, and even he was joining into this fantastic kids-themed yoga…

I made a mental note to tell baby girl.

But because, LIFE, I forgot.

But insert, today. Because while I was at the work desk, she ran over to me and said “Mum, you will never believe this.”

Yep. She found it.

The Frozen yoga.

The folk behind the idea are called Cosmic Kids Yoga, and you can check out their channel on youtube. They have SOOOO many videos, all based around popular kids movies, books, characters and themes.

Think dinosaurs, Star Wars, Minions, Christmas, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Wizard of Oz, and Room on the Broom, to name a few.

I praise the benefits of yoga all the time. Granted I don’t have the time to do it as much as I’d like, but I sure know how I feel after a session.

Balanced. Grounded. At peace. My mind, body and spirit aligned as one.

Imagine if our children had those same benefits and skills engrained in them from their young age? Imagine what they could accomplish?

Baby girl was engaged for the whole half hour. I even had to pop my head in at one point because I couldn’t believe she was interested in the same thing and doing YOGA for the entire time.

Yep, she was.

She even returned to it tonight to do yet another round, before trying out some Trolls-themed yoga… because, why not?

I’m actually going to do it with her next time. I am soooo jelly. I wanna do Elsa powers of Arendelle moves too… ๐Ÿ˜‰ โœจโค

#1492 Turn to simple things in times of stress

Seriously… this stuff can’t be written.

Though you could maybe imagine a great sci-fi book running along the lines of –

“mega virus spreads across the globe, sending people into a panic as more and more towns, cities and countries self-isolate, close borders, cancel all events and people go mad buying EVERYTHING in the shops.”

Yep, you could imagine that on a book’s blurb.

But not the toilet paper. No one could EVER have foreseen the toilet paper.

It truly does feel like a very weird dream. So unbelievably surreal.

I sway from ‘this can’t be happening,’ to ‘oh f*^$ I don’t want to use public transport tomorrow.’

Everyone and everything is coming to a halt. Forcibly. Never have I witnessed such a thing, and the unpredictability of the beast has us all scratching our heads, yelling out loud, or running around like chickens with their heads chopped off.

I was happy then, to try and make life normal today… if only a bit.

One of those things was being a parent helper at baby girl’s school. I know, I know. Even Hubbie was like – “wash your hands well after.”

It was something I promised long ago, and not being at work today, made me all the more available for the reader-helper task.

Baby girl was rapt. Soooo rapt. I wandered into her class at the end of the day and listened to first her, and a few other kids read to me.

It was so beautiful. The simplistic nature of the task, helping them sound things out, listening to the rhythm in their voice, and just being in the presence of such innocent and naรฏve natures, made me feel like slowing down, in the best way possible.

But they are so honest aren’t they. One boy who finished reading for me randomly said at the end “Mum said we have to be careful of coronavirus.”

Oh F*%&. Yeah, Mum’s right.

The best thing though, was having my girl read to me. She was beyond excited to have me in her class. And although I don’t know how much my other commitments will allow me to visit the classroom in future, baby girl, whether by coincidence or not, made her sentiments pretty clear through the book she chose to read to me today…

“Mummies are Amazing.” โ™ฅ

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