#2029 A bit of everything Sunday

It was about 5pm today when I realised I felt… different.

This was a novel way for me to feel on a Sunday afternoon.

I felt happy. Content and even a bit excited about the week ahead.

WHY?

I am always dealing with massive Monday-itis feelings come Sunday afternoon, yes even in lockdown. It’s the start of more routine, more work, more home-schooling, and after having spent the day with Hubbie and baby girl, it just really makes me sad that we won’t all be together the next day.

So why was I happy?

Well, I think it was a bit of everything.

Father’s Day, of course. Showering Hubbie with cards and surprise gifts this morning.

Having video calls with family, which really put a smile on my dial. Seeing my Dad and Mum, and sis and bro-in-law made me feel happy and connected to them despite the distance between us in lockdown.

Then I made this new soup recipe, a chicken, vegetable and pasta soup, and it was really yum! So I was stewing over that (almost literally) ’til lunchtime.

And then I wrote up a new weekly timetable for myself, because I often find myself so busy but really scattered, because I don’t know what to do first when I have free time, and end up fluffing around. This way, knowing what day I will focus on what will give me tremendous drive and clarity as to what to do, when. It already worked, today was my clear clutter day, and I was totally killing it. 🤣

So yeah. I am happy, and I don’t have any massive reason why, they’re all little reasons…

(All together now…)

But the little things, ARE the big things. 💖😍🥰💖

#1951 Back to hosting

We have had the longest dry spell.

The ‘hosting’ dry spell.

Sure, we’ve seen people. Gone to people’s houses, caught up outside of homes… but between lockdown 1, 2, 3, and then most recently 4, we haven’t had people over at house properly, since like…

🤔🤔…

Hmmm. Honestly, not sure.

Tonight, the seal was broken!

Guess with who? 😁😁

Of course… sis and bro-in-law and family.

It’s reminded us of what we love doing so much, and I think the next few months will see an influx of people into our home, all willing, given the dam walls have now crashed down and the water is rushing through.

Happy times, memories, good company.

What more could one ask for? 💖💖

#1909 Luck in 4s

We had a beautiful pre-Mother’s Day catch-up tonight with my parents, sister and family.

We went out for dinner, and there was a kids play area in one corner of the restaurant that baby girl was rapt to spend a good half of the night in.

Aside from the usual good humour, happiness and laughter that spreads across the table when we all meet up, we took pleasure in watching baby girl try to achieve something.

Or rather, watch baby girl convince OTHERS to help her achieve something.

She was after ALL THE COINS. The reason being, she wanted to get a toy from within that claw machine game.

You know the one.

You put in a coin.

Position the claw over toy of choice.

Hit the button and down the claw-hand goes, seeming to clutch around the object of your fluffy affection… only for it to slide out of its claw-grip as it begins its ascent.

And you think, damn.

So close.

Well, luck was on ALL our sides tonight.

First, my nephew won baby girl her first toy, a white bear with a red heart on the front. He did so easily, to the point where I seriously wondered if he’d caught hundreds like it before.

The second one, she worked for. Many more coins went in, and she had her heart set on a My Little Pony toy, Twilight Sparkle, to be precise.

And then finally, he got it for her again.

But like an addict, baby girl wanted more. She had one, then she wanted two, and now she kept saying, just one more game, just one more game…

I was out of coins. But Baka heard.

My Mum was like, here’s some coins.

Back she went, alone this time.

And we watched through the windows, as the claw came up with a toy, and dropped it down the chute.

We couldn’t believe it.

Not one, not two, but she had gotten three toys, the last one herself!

This one another pony, Applejack. 🤦‍♀️

OMG. This does not happen. And it does not happen so easily either. I have never seen so many of these toys come out of one of these machines in my whole life, let alone in ONE SITTING.

Wow. 3. The lucky 3, the lucky number.

We were marvelling at the incredible luck she had this evening, when some older guys, perhaps in their 20s, walked by.

Holding a toy.

They said “do you want this?”

To baby girl.

She said “YES!”

And suddenly, there were 4! 4 toys!

The first one came fairly easy. The second one had to be worked for. Third was a stroke of chance, coupled with determination… and then the fourth just fell out of the sky.

Forget about lucky 3… the lucky 4 is in town.

💖💖💖💖

#1832 A foot for both families

Today was an exciting day in that we made NEW memories.

We went to my parents new house… and we were ALL together for the first time.

YAY! Happy dance.

As I walked the path between my parents’ house, and my sister’s house, along this cute, tiled path that crossed the fence line, I couldn’t help but think of that The Simpsons episode…

The one called ‘Bart versus Australia,’ where Homer learns that the American embassy, even if located in Australia, is still considered American soil… and so he does this:

It’s a funny memory that has stayed with me since I was a kid. Well I did my own Homer today…

One foot in sister’s territory… and one foot in my parents’ territory!

Parents’ house.

Sister’s house.

Parents’ house.

Sister’s house.

This is going to be FUN! 🤣👍💖😁

#1824 Goodbye number 14

Phwoar. What a day.

Today was the day that we said goodbye to our family home.

The home that my parents have lived in for 40 years.

The home that my sister spent growing up as a teenager, all the way until she got married.

The home that’s the only childhood, family home I’ve ever known… that I lived in for 25 years until I got married.

Goodbye, number 14.

It was an emotionally bittersweet day. Emotional because oh God, all of the above! So many memories are in every inch, every corner, every crevice of that house.

Through the rush to get everything out of the house this morning, I tried to pause every so often, look around, take a breath, and say a personal thanks to the house that made my years growing up, the best in the world.

Here is the emotional part.

I was reflecting on my life spent there as I walked around the empty rooms, a bit taken aback by the hollowness of it all. The furniture, furnishings, and all the photos and trinkets that made it such a loved home, were all gone.

But oh, those walls. If those walls could talk.

Those walls would speak of happiness, of laughter. Of sadness and shock, family coming together, and family celebrating to make the most out of life.

And love. SO much love.

Memories hit me as I walked into rooms, turned corners. Looked this way, that. People from the past resurfaced, along with people from the present.

In the lounge room, I saw myself sitting on the floor while my parents watched footy on the TV.

In the kitchen I saw my Mum cooking up a feast, our family sitting down to eat at the small round table, perfect for us in size, so perfect, to keep us tight and close together, as always.

In the garden I saw happiness. Friends, cousins, brimming around, enjoying a drink on a hot Summer’s day, folk music from the garage wafting over and adding to the festive atmosphere of it all.

The garage, ohhhh, the garage. Where so, so, so many parties and events were had. Birthdays. Milestones. Weddings. Day after weddings! New Years. And all of the Christmases that Mum cooked up a storm, catering for over 30 people like it was an absolute breeze, even though it wasn’t.

She made it look effortless.

Those were the days. Those were the BEST days.

The park next door. Hearing the squeals of happiness from our younger cousins as they took advantage of the play proximity.

At the front door, I saw my sister being led out in her wedding dress by my parents… then I saw myself, doing the same.

Deep breath.

The dining room showed me all of us, our big family, as we are now. The original foursome, us, being my parents, sister and I, but now with our Hubbies and our kids, filling up the table, eating heaps, drinking more, and playing music off of youtube on the mobile until the late hours of the night.

In my bedroom. The bedroom that I spent 15 years of my life sleeping, dreaming and hoping in. I had another room for the first 10 years of my life, but I claimed this one, sister’s one, after she got married and moved out.

It’s always been the better room.

I sat in my old room. Took some photos around me. And then here, I began to cry.

I remember watching Video Hits for hours on weekend mornings.

My childhood cat scratching at my window, wanting to be let in, and then me opening the window to shoo her, upset she had woken me… but when she jumped down from the window sill outside, I thought stuff it, you’ve woken me now… and so I would call her back in (she must have thought I was a crazy bipolar cat owner) and she’d snuggle up next to me as I slept a little more.

I’d open up that window, and talk to friends through it.

I talked to SO MANY people, through it.

I listened to music for hours on my bed.

I had sleepovers in that room.

I had sleepovers in that house! On the lounge room floor, covered in blankets and sleeping bags.

When Croatia played Australia in the 2006 World Cup, Hubbie-then-boyfriend and I watched it, me running around the house with a Cro flag when Croatia scored a goal, and Hubbie running around the house with an Aussie flag when they scored a goal.

I don’t remember who won that game. All I remember is the memories.

All the people who came, and went from that house. It would be in the hundreds. Friends, family, people who I grew up with, grew apart from, so many people have touched base in that house, shared a laugh, a dance, a drink, and made a memory.

Even baby girl. It was the first place that she ever visited, after her own home.

Speaking of baby girl… My waters broke in that house! And my own Mum’s waters broke in there, when she was pregnant with me!

Both sister’s Hubbie, and my Hubbie, met my parents for the first time in THAT lounge room…

News broke. Secrets shared. Heavy discussions were had. Tears shed.

People were welcomed. People were greeted.

People came in, and immediately knew that there was love. They were safe. They were in a memorable place.

And so today, the time came. We walked through the house. We took our final photos.

And we drove off, for good.

That was seriously bitter, right?

Where is the sweet?

Well, it comes with the choice. How blessed are we that this was born of my parents decision to move closer to me and sis, and not because of a bad circumstance.

How lucky are we that we get to say goodbye, together, in the best way possible… and how lucky that we still get to take ALL the memories with us?

Including most importantly, the people.

I am so looking forward to making just as many happy memories in their new abode. 🏡🏡

But my heart will always hold a very special and dear place, for number 14.

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#1804 The overdue catch up

Today was a freaking great day.

It was a well, long, severely overdue day… because we hadn’t seen some of our besties, Best Man and Fam, for a whole year.

You all know why. Hey, the whole world knows why.

What made it even better? Well, my sis and bro-in-law were invited too ❤❤

Other things that made it beautiful?

The perfect blue sky…

The sunny weather…

The amazing food…

The special cocktails…

The diverse music…

But most of all? The best company 😍😍

#1776 Thank God It’s Christmas

“Oh, my love, we’ve had our share of tears

Oh, my friend, we’ve had our hopes and fears…”

Did you know Queen has a Christmas song? Actually, two that I know of. The one I’m referring to, the same title as my blog post, well I discovered it a few months ago.

But upon finding it to play, I struggled to get through it without tears in my eyes, as the lyrics hit me hard, having gone through some issues at the time.

This morning, I put it on repeat, several times.

“Oh, my friends, it’s been a long hard year

But now it’s Christmas

Yes it’s Christmas

Thank God it’s Christmas.”

Those were my sentiments exactly, and I went into Christmas at my parents house, shared with my sister and her family, feeling utterly grateful.

Snapshots of Christmas 2020.

You might notice a plate of lemons in there. Well you see, lemons are the right fruit to refer to with what I’m about to share, having played an important part of a moment I had today.

Not only was I grateful to be amongst family after a year like no other, where hardship and difficulty seemed to arrive at every opportunity, but it was a bittersweet Christmas in that it would be the last at my childhood home before my parents moved house.

It was a Christmas, like so many we’d had there before… full of love, happiness, laughter, and great memories. But every now and then, it hit me – CRAP, this was our last one there.

I was cutting up lemons for our evening prawn feast, when it struck me again.

Last Christmas here.

And suddenly, it was bittersweet. Much like the lemons. On their own they were hard to take, your face screwed up when you bit into it, they were so sour…

But in accompaniment, with something else, like prawns… with a martini… or with honey… somehow it tasted a lot better.

It was great, even desirable.

Much like this last Christmas.

It wasn’t the last, but it would be the last there.

I could take it though. I could take it, because I still took with me all the memories of being there, celebrating Christmas after Christmas with my family and friends, all throughout the years.

Most importantly, I was taking the most important thing with me.

My family.

As if on cue, INXS’s ‘Don’t Change’ came on the radio, and I had to smile.

If only there were no change. Things would be so easy, with everything staying the same, static, and with no room to move.

But that’s the point of life you see. To grow. To evolve.

There MUST be change.

So I took the lemons to the table, and we enjoyed them in the best prawn feast ever.

Merry Christmas. 🎄🎅💖🤶

#1763 A proper Saturday in December

Well, it’s Saturday night.

Or should I say, Sunday early morning.

1:30am.

And, I’m only writing this NOW.

What does that mean?

It was a Saturday night, of old.

Meaning, it was good. 😁

It meant we were busy. We saw people. We had fun.

We saw people we loved. We made memories.

It was a truly full day.

From a beautiful catch-up with my besties for our annual KK catch-up, with food sharing, drink-clinking, wrapping paper flying, and adults vying for the loud title over the kiddies…

To a long overdue solo catch-up at my sister’s place, with music blaring, pets scurrying about, laughter amid d&m’s, and most importantly, love all around…

It felt like the Saturdays we used to have, pre-covid.

The good ol’ Saturdays. Hopefully, we make them new again.

And like these random (😉) kids splashing at the beach… I hope mine, and your weekends ahead in the holiday season, are filled with spontaneity, excitement, fun and adventure…

Much like mine was today. And I reckon for these kids too. ❤❤❤❤

#1689 Day 191 of getting there: loved ones again

It is…

Walking a doe-eyed dog on a leash.

Going to a new park.

Sucking up angel hair spaghetti.

Babycinos galore.

The gooey mess of chocolate mousse.

Sarma… home-made with love.

Smiles and surprises.

D&Ms.

A new-found love for blueberries.

A cat’s paws that are caramel-toned.

Conversations that turn into conversations before the old conversations have even ended.

Laughs and laughs and laughs.

Feeling the comforting pat on your back.

All of these things are sweet, and good…

But they are made all the more sweeter, when they come with a loved ones face.

Or one. Or two. Or three. Our four.

😍😍😍😍

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#1683 Day 185 of getting there: more snail mail

Today baby girl received a letter in the mail… again!

She’s had several letters come to her, courtesy of her cousin… my sister’s son.

Today was the fourth. 💖💖💖💖

Every time, she gets excited. Every time, it makes her smile. Even though we’ve failed to send ANY back, they’ve kept the letters and the stickers coming…

And coming…

And coming…

And it’s the sweetest gesture. Giving, without getting anything back. Giving more, and still not getting upset that we’ve sent none.

Well…

Unbeknownst to them… I did send a few things off through the post office box today.

(Shhhh).

But, it is a truly beautiful way to be, isn’t it? Generous, selfless, and with the biggest of hearts. My sister and her fam continue to be inspiration to me, in so many ways…

And how lucky am I, that baby girl will grow up with such amazing role models. 😍😍😍😍