#754 5 out of 6 ain’t too bad

I have already driven 5 hours today.

Off to the other side of town with baby girl for an appointment: 1 hour 20 minutes

Then to my parents place for a few hours: 20 minutes

Back in the car to drive back home (now through Long Weekend traffic, general bullshit inefficient drivers, and car accidents where rubberneckers couldn’t help but slow down to look at a collision that WASN’T in their way): 2 hours and 20 minutes

Back in the car after a 5 minute stopover at home, now to drive to work: 1 hour and 20 minutes


And that’s not even ALLย of it. Because I still have to drive an hour home later on… at the terrific-ly beautiful time of 3-4am.

Yep. All you Aussie peeps will be dreaming your sweet little eyelashes off, and I will be driving down the freeways, getting home as late as possibly 5am.

YAY! for me (not sarcastic, at all).

Seriously though, what the hell have I got to be grateful for here?


  1. One hard day like this is almost down, with only one to go
  2. I am in a good mood despite racking up so many k’s todays
  3. And I have driven 5, out of 6 hours. I’m almost there.

So close.

I am happy, so very happy, despite all of this, and being happy while at work, amidst busy days, and so so so soย SO much driving….???

It makes me even more happy. And grateful. ๐Ÿ™‚




#707 Going back in time to Shakespearean days

To write a play that endures time, is one thing.

To write a collection of plays that endures time, is a whole other thing.

To write a collection of plays and sonnets that withstands time and change and all manner of things, is unheard of.

Oh wait, it’s not. William Shakespeare has done it.

Let me reiterate: to write a collection of plays and sonnets that are still celebrated, re-told, adapted and cherished, 402 years after your death, is something to aspire to.

402 years people. Can you even begin to imagine the breadth of this genius?

Doth you protest such excellency?

Ok, so I am no Shakespeare, since he would have written that line soooo much better.

In case you are not aware, William Shakespeare is a literary genius that has transcended time and age and geography and language, with his collection of plays and sonnets, that tell stories of tragedy, drama, comedy, and of course love.

I was immediately enthralled by the news late last year, that a pop-up globe theatre showcasing a selection of Shakespeare’s plays, would be ‘popping up’ as it were, alongside the Sidney Myer music bowl in Melbourne’s Botanic Gardens for a several-month run.

I had been hanging to go there since, but alas time and distance and life were not on my side. It was an effort, a struggle, and a lot of pushing on my part, but finally I got my God damn Shakespeare play day today.

I headed into the city alongside Hubbie and baby girl, and as they ventured off for lunch and park wanderings, I walked the winding path around the Botanic Gardens, until I saw an exciting sight sitting atop the hill just ahead of me.


The play I watched today was Much Ado About Nothing. I wanted to see this one particularly, because it was re-done in recent years by famed Buffy-Angel-Marvel Universe creator/director Joss Whedon, and despite recent revelations about his ill choices in other areas of his personal life, I still have to give incredible thanks to the guy that brought Angel into my world. Creatively speaking, it is one of the best shows EVER. And if he chose two Buffy/Angel characters to star in a modern-day adaptation of a Shakespeare play, then that play must be pretty damn good.

I haven’t actually watched Whedon’s re-take… but I have read the original play in all of its hysterical glory. And crazily enough, I had even forgotten I had read it, since it was so long ago… I just went into it today, knowing I really really wanted to watch Whedon’s take on it after seeing the theatre guys today. And as I stood there, listening to the characters quick wits, hilarious remarks, and the beginnings of a very twisty-turvy tale, a part of me said “this is familiar… does Shakespeare like presenting such strong-willed females?”

I soon realised, in a similar Shakespearean humour, that I was a fool (as he would say), and I had already read the tale. Duh, Benedict.

A tale of love prevailed over 2 and a half hours, with themes of jealousy, scandal, trickery, but most dominant comedy, keeping us all thoroughly entertained and gasping for air in wonder and laughter.



But let’s place this all in context shall we? The history of the globe is that the theatre was planned as a one-off project in Auckland, to celebrate the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death in 2016. Following from two massive seasons, with hundreds of thousands of people flocking to the shows, another pop-up globe was planned for our fair city of Melbourne, and is running up until February 3.

The globe itself is a reconstruction of the second Globe, the theatre that Shakespeare and the company he worked with built in 1614 following a fire that burnt the first Globe a year earlier. Although based on rough proportions of the original, it is slightly smaller than the 1614 Globe, which would have sat 3000 spectators compared to today’s reconstruction.




Annnnddddd back to today’s play. With the pop-up globe having done its run first in New Zealand, there were native themes dabbled in throughout Much Ado, such as ceremonial mourning and nuptial dances and songs, New Zealand actors, and an amazing Maori routine at the end of the performance that had me, and the rest of the audience, in absolute awe. Such passion and love and dedication was so apparent in the Globe today, however I am sure it was not only reserved for my eyes on this January Sunday.

I had tears of laughter during comedic moments, tears of sadness in truly mournful ones, and tears of pure elevation and extreme gratitude, at the end when watching the performers do their final act and perform for the people in the Globe. They bowed for the audience 3 times, and I could swear the room was going to explode from sheer love at the happy drama that had unfolded over the past couple of hours.


It was the best thing I had done in a long time, and I was soooo happy I had managed to get over there for the Melbourne season. The first Melbourne season hopefully, as I am keen to watch more of his plays in a replica of the original Globe as many times as I can, as it just added so much to the feel and vibe of the story.

I was a ‘Groundling’ today, a true commoner as would have been the case in 1614, and stood close to the stage seeing everything unfold in utmost clarity. Having said that, the space of the Globe is small, and all seats within provide wonderful vantage points.


A sole Groundling ticket is approximately $28 including online processing fees, with seated areas going up substantially, however I ended up paying double quite accidentally, since there was an error as I ordered the tickets online, and I ended up with two.

But to have paid $56, for what I saw today? Priceless.

I went home with a little souvenir… a Shakespeare Pop Up Globe tote bag. And you just know what my reading material will be as I walk about town with it…


Only the best.



#702 Planned and Impromptu family day

Today was a BIG day. But it was all about LOVE.

Half of it was planned you see, when my beautiful cousin popped over with the recent princess of the family – her daughter – and we bonded all together with baby girl (despite some Diva-esque moments from my little one, still tired from that Wave Pool yesterday!) talking life, family, kids, parenting, and everything else in between.


And then later on, an unplanned, impromptu visit, by my sister and her family. We threw things together – I made my spicy rice which I have been planning on showing them the recipe for for AGES… the barbeque was turned on, radio up just as high, and there was plenty of laughter and lightness, with a gentle dose of D&M too.


Like I said, it was a BIG day. I had moments of tiredness, but the great company I was in, the love in the house, and the laughter abounding, inspired me and kept me going.

And one of the best things I heard today? Advice from my 15 year-old nephew. After telling him about my writing and blogs and stuff (I am still letting people know, s-l-o-w-l-y) and expressing some of my deep-seeded fears related to it, he sat next to me and said

“you can’t let your fear of what other people will think or say of your writing, stop you from putting yourself out there.”

And to get such instant emotional support from my family network, filled my heart with such courage, love, and joy.

Don’t you just LOVE family?! I do. ๐Ÿ™‚ย โ™ฅโ™ฅโ™ฅ

#697 Mindful colouring at Mechanic’s

As a busy Mum/Wife/Woman/PERSON, finding time in your day for things that you want to explore, things outside of your ‘box,’ and for things that you just want to indulge in, well they are minute, if actually, NON EXISTENT.

So when I see that I will have a future moment to myself, I try to prolong and make the most of it the best I can.

If I am at the doctor’s office or the hairdresser’s, I bring a book.

And when I am at the mechanic… I bring a colouring book.

I honestly haven’t coloured in for fun, for ME, probably since sometime in high school. I do it on occasion now with baby girl, as she asks me to draw something for her and then we go on colouring Beauty and the Beast, or something like that, together… but nothing just for ME.

Back when it was my birthday, I received a mindfulness colouring book with good ol’ fashioned Derwents – that I was sooo excited about – but that nonetheless remained untouched for months.

Until today.


Sitting in the mechanics kitchen, I got to work. Leaning on the old European 80s-styled tablecloth, as my car got its much-needed service in the huge garage outside of the room I was in, I found a drawing in the ‘good health’ section, and started small. What started off as just colouring, became something more. The TV was on in the background, ‘ABC news’ so it was pretty serious going with heavy issues and all, but I found myself getting deep in my thoughts as stroke by stroke I filled in the patterns and shapes and lines, still completely aware of my surroundings, but in a deeper, calmer, more meditative place.

The mechanic came to me too soon, as I was nowhere near completing my page. But for now, it was enough. You’ve got to take what you can as a busy individual. It had provided comfort and a different avenue of expression that I am not normally used to, and in turn that gave me creative insight of a different kind.

I’m looking forward to more stolen moments with my Derwents ๐Ÿ˜‰


#696 Evening ice cream

A new Summer tradition has developed in our family, off the back of baby girl’s newly acquired addiction…

That is, ice cream.

She will be half-way through her dinner when she will turn to either Hubbie or myself, and say something along the lines of “Me finish ALL my dinner – then please have ice cream, PLEASE?!?!?!”

She will be in our faces, tone pleading, eyes squinty, hands clasped together in prayer mode, and there is NO WAY you can ignore her.

I have no issue with her getting a treat after she has eaten her food, fine.

But she is doing this every night.

I figure because she does eat the food in all her meals, she is allowed to then receive a treat, and I let her know this too – no eaten dinner, no treat!

Tonight’s request was made harder to ignore, because I suddenly remembered I needed something urgently at the shops… so we all headed down there after dinner, and soon ALLย 3 of us were standing and staring through the glass windows of the frozen aisle.

Hubbie picked the classic Magnum Almond…


I picked the exciting small tub of Arnott’s Caramel Crowns…


and baby girl picked the Paw Patrol chocolate and vanilla ice cream

paw patrol ice cream

And then we went home to do what we do so often after dinner. Sit out the front of the house and enjoy.


And you know what, it is a nice thing to do. We’re taking all of 5-10 minutes out of the busy evenings to just sit, be peaceful, watch the dog-walkers go by, the sunset fade into the horizon, and the mozzies start to hover perilously close… just enough time to forget about the dishes waiting for us in the sink, to forget about the house we have to tidy, to forget the baths, the showers, the getting ready for the next day, for EVERYTHING.

And it all comes down to ice cream.

We’ll enjoy it while the Season lasts.


#679 A new Christmas Eve tradition

I like the fact that on Christmas Eve I do baking.

But to be honest, it’s not all smooth-sailing and joy and festive cheer and “Deck the Halls!”

It’s more “baby girl, don’t put your hands there!”

“No you cannot have another one you’ve already had 3!”


“For the love of God can you let me finish mixing before I play with your barbie dolls?”

And yet still, the fact that it has become a baking day tells me that I kind of have my shit together for Christmas, when all I am doing, is baking.

Well actually, not really. I was still running around buying last minute things, and have been in a state of constant all day as I tick off jobs on my to-do list. But still, predominant baking, means some kind of Christmas Eve celebration and relaxation, right?

I didn’t bake MUCH. Aside from some gingerbread to hand out to family and friends, I also did a new reindeer inspired treat


I hope they taste as good as they look, but just going on the melted chocolate which I did taste-test, well they should be delicious.

But the best part of the night was right at the end. Not because I had done most of my jobs – but because we did something with baby girl this year that we never have before.

We put out some treats for Santa.


A mug of milk and some of my homemade gingerbread for him, a carrot for Rudolph, and baby girl wanted to show Santa the snowflake decorated with pom poms she made today.

It’s all very simple, and yet the entire act of setting it up, getting her to bed because Santa “won’t come otherwise!” and preparing her for tomorrow made it so satisfyingly joyful.

Yes, the presents make this time of year a tad exciting, more so if you have little ones. But the best part, for me anyway? The look of wonder and fascination on their faces, making special family traditions together that only YOU do, and spending quality time with your loved ones where you enjoy one another, show your appreciation for all that you have, and tell each other how much you care.

I can’t wait to see baby girl’s face when she sees the gingerbread gone tomorrow morning ๐Ÿ™‚

#656 Long drives lead to Friday Night

Friday nights are the epitome of Dreams Manifested.

It always signals the end of something tiring, mundane, routine, demanding or difficult.

In my case today, it signalled almost the end of driving.


Photo by Michael Coury on Unsplash

I’ve been driving all over the place for 2 days. All good things, but it is getting exhausting and frustrating at this time of year. I have some more set up for me tomorrow, but having this little in-between break called Friday Night, where I chill-axed with Hubbie and baby girl, eating takeaway and reminiscing about SIA, it was just what I needed.

And tomorrow’s driving road leads to… The Wiggles. If the insane storms that have been predicted by the weather bureaus fall flat on their winds, that is…