You’d think living within a 5 minute drive of one of our most fave beaches, that we wouldn’t need to go anywhere else, right?
The grass is always greener, anyone?
Our beach is family friendly. Kiosk and toilets, right there.
Did I mention 5 minutes from home?
But it’s a bay beach, not a surf beach.
And herein lies our grass greener conundrum.
Which is why we went to a surf beach today.
The funny thing is, there wasn’t even much surf. But that didn’t stop hubbie and baby girl.
We’d bought a family boogie board last week, intending to use it during our getaway when my car spectacularly broke down in the middle of a busy road, with water birds adding to the chaos multiple times as they crossed the two-laned busy tourist road.
So the boogie board didn’t happen there, which is why we were so keen as to use it at a beach on our side of the bay.
Hubbie and baby girl made the most out of the waves they got.
And me? I found the greatest pleasure in sitting on the wet sand, watching the waves pull in closer and closer, watching the two of them catch wave after wave, and then suddenly –
The water had reached me on the sand and enveloped my butt. 🤣
We’ll definitely go there again… but still, there’s no place like home-beach. 🌅❤
We are HOME. Finally. And in no small part is it due to a kind person we had only ever met over the phone up ’til this morning, who quite literally saved the day for us.
Our car had actually been fixed, lo and behold, late yesterday afternoon. But both last night, and this morning, when I tried repeatedly for almost 2 hours, Hubbie couldn’t get an uber to pick up his car from a mechanic’s only 15 minutes away.
It was so frustrating. I called taxi services that didn’t answer, and then uber just kept saying –
“Sorry, we couldn’t find a ride for you.”
A word of caution for us and anyone else when booking a holiday: regional trips can come with its share of issues if shit hits the fan. Just sayin’.
Anyway, we were due out of the apartment at 10am. Hubbie called the mechanic in desperation to explain the situation, and this guy that we’d never met, that we’d been hassling for a day and a half to get our car fixed in time, so very kindly offered to drop the car off to us.
OMG. Praise the Lord. Can you hear the angels sing?
We lugged bags and bags and bags worth of stuff to the foyer, checked out, and then some time later, our car pulled up to the reception!
What a sight!
This mechanic was the nicest guy… he had gone out of his way to help us, and we couldn’t say thank you enough.
But once we did, pedal hit the metal, and we zoomed home for an hour and 10 minutes.
And I don’t swear lightly… on social media, that is. But today was totally fucking swear-worthy.
The start and end of it look quite blissful… see?
Baby girl’s babycino following our buffet brekkie. Then me enjoying some relaxing time while baby girl screamed “cannonball!” launching into the shallow swimming pool’s waters.
But the meat of the sandwich that was between those two photos? The middle of the day?
That is a story and a half.
Because we had started the day happy, you see. We had brekkie, and on our way to visit a beach we had only stopped by days earlier, made a pit stop to get a boogie board for baby girl, which ended up being a family boogie board, so awesome and big and colourful it was.
We were just pumped. Couldn’t wait to get to the beach, oh, 10 minutes away…
But then my car overheated.
The temperature gauge went to red.
Hubbie pulled over in a panic.
And in the space of a few hours, we were waiting waiting waiting, had a huge mix-up with our car roadside insurance that resulted in help being sent a lot later than we would have liked, we were hot, stuck on a busy road. were in the vicinity of a possible Wolf Creek type abduction attempt when a man pulled over after seeing me outside the car, and in between all of the waiting, being told by the roadside guy there was nothing he could do, daydreaming about the boogie board we should have been using then at the beach…
Well there were the water birds.
We called them ducks the whole time, but they were too big to be ducks. These birds were on one side of the busy road as we waited over an hour for help, and in that space they proceeded to leisurely cross the two sides of traffic, a number of 4 times.
At first, we couldn’t watch. We told baby girl to cover her eyes, sure that one of them would be splattered and flattened over the asphalt. They were lanky, moved slowly, and just lacked any kind of fear or trepidation when it came to forcing huge pieces of machinery to brake to a stop to allow them to pass.
And yet, they passed. They made it. There were 6 of these animals, with one of them hobbling like it’d been swiped by a vehicle… and yet they crossed the two-sided road 4 times.
It was a miracle.
Cars, even trucks, pulled to a stop. We watched in amazement as traffic on this busy tourist road came to a standstill, as these slow-moving water birds ambled across slowly, seemingly unaware of the chaos they were creating.
They managed to move, however slowly, while we sat there static, in the heat, a little bit in awe of their bravery (and sometimes, stupidity).
My faith in humankind was restored, even following the Wolf Creek incident, seeing ‘most’ of the cars patiently wait for these indecisive avian kind to work out which side of the road they wanted to be on.
And that faith in people continued when some time later, a random cafe owner we had passed only that morning on our fated way to the beach, ended up helping Hubbie get back on the road, however slowly, where we breathed a huge sigh of relief that we were back in a known, safe, comfortable place.
But now, we are stuck.
There are a couple of morals to this story. One is the REAL truth behind all the social media photos you see. Despite the filters being put on display, it doesn’t mask the truth in between the snaps of photos being taken and the 100 special effects being created.
And secondly… there are miracles to be observed, even amongst unbelievable odds and impossible situations.
Movement, and music. Two free things that have helped enormously during this isolation period.
I found myself inadvertently singing to baby girl at two different times today. Music is so prevalent in our home, so much a part of our lives… it’s always Hubbie’s music, or my music, baby girl’s music, or something we totally rock to all together.
I’m surprised our cat doesn’t have his own playlist. Oh hold on, the bird does. He just whistles along.
And for some reason, if I can sing a song and make it out to be about baby girl, I do it.
It makes me so happy, and I think she likes it too. 😉
I was getting my car warmed up as it revved in the driveway, ready for my once weekly mammoth grocery shop. Baby girl and Hubbie were running around outside, and a song started to play in the car, familiar, but better.
Because it was LIVE.
They saw me bopping along and came around to the driver’s side to listen.
I sang along where I remembered the lyrics… I bopped in between… if you can call it that.
“One two three, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine…”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop.
“I said you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop.
Meanwhile baby girl started dancing along too. I pointed to her and sang –
“Well you don’t need no money when you look like that do you honey?”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop!
“Long brown hair…”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop.
And then I pointed to her dramatically to sing “I said are you gonna be my girl?”
“Awww!” Hubbie and I gushed together.
I went off to do the grocery shop, feeling happy in my heart.
But I found myself remastering lyrics from another song, to her again. Earlier tonight I had Queen’s Greatest Hits on, with ‘You’re My Best Friend.’
Again, an overdramatic point to her, making sure to catch her eye to sing –
“My feelings are true, and I really love you.
You’re my best friend.”
We smiled at each other and laughed, and I know it was the smallest thing, but those little moments are the best.
They leave your heart all warm and fuzzy, and I know hers felt like that, because mine felt like that too.
Who thought doing a 500+ puzzle would be so damn exciting?
There is no time like the present to get stuck into some good ol’ fashioned puzzle FUN. And if you think it’s no fun, oh LOOK OUT.
We lay all the pieces on the table tonight, from Hubbie’s car puzzle he got from who-knows-where, who-knows when many many moons ago, and got busy grouping similar coloured itsy-bitsy pieces together.
When you get started, and start linking up only a couple, you get this surge of excitement! Like, I am doing it!
I am doing it!
And then you absolutely can’t leave the table. You just can’t. We said we were finishing for the night about eight times before we actually left. Hubbie was on his way to the couch, when he saw some colours he was after, and proceeded to plant his arse back near the puzzle.
Whether it’s because of the changing colder weather, having nowhere to go, or even just family bonding time… a puzzle is a great thing to do at this time of year.
For Melburnians out there (and anyone listening to digital radio online) did you know that the station GOLD 104.3is notGOLD 104.3 anymore?
Okay, kinda not true. So the name ‘GOLD’ remains in the station title. But their vision has changed… because in fact, there are no ‘golden oldies’ as they used to call them.
They have like, everything now.
They have Michael Jackson… the 80s. (Whoops the 80s are now 40 years ago! 😮😱).
They have Michael Buble (now that is a more recent artist 🎵).
And I’ve even heard them play Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca (crap, that’s 19 years old if I think carefully about it… 🤔)
But they do play artists like Pink as well, so take that. 😏
My point is, they aren’t as OLD as they used to be. (Or maybe I’m catching up? 😂).
Anyway, I enjoy the throwbacks, and Gold found it’s way out of the car speakers once again today as we drove across town. Baby girl was at school, Hubbie and I were driving to service his car, and the sun was SHINING. 🌞
We had just finished our Macca’s drive-through coffees (no coffee snobbery allowed when you are short on time) so were kinda high on LIFE. ☕
One song finished and the radio station did that little promo thing, where they promote themselves in a 5 second ad… and I could hear the familiar music of the next song starting to creep out of the closing ad, slowly increasing.
“Oh!” We both said.
I reached for the volume and turned it up to like 50. 🔊
Windows down. Sun streaming through the windows. And then we sang along with Michael Hutchence as he belted –
“LIVE BABY LIVE! Now that the day is over.”
Oh!What an opening! What words, what power, what amazing music! ❤
We were totally pumped for the rest of the song. Jumping in the car like the crowd at Wembley! The timing was perfect. We enjoyed the noise blasting out of the car speakers, and when it was over we were devoid of any hearing capacity, but we were happy.
Happy, pumped and deaf. But most importantly, happy. 🙂 👂😁
It’s what Hubbie yells when a great song comes on the radio.
But today it was me getting excited by the music. We had just been Christmas shopping, and our efforts had been great… we got a lot of stuff including baby girl’s pressies, which was timely seeing as she was at school and had NO IDEA.
On a high from being so Christmas productive, I was happy to hear a song come on the radio, and I immediately turned it up.
“Best movie ending ever,” I said to Hubbie excitedly. “How great is the climax? He comes back after being rejected from the dance company, rejected by her Dad, and he rebels against it ALL, takes her hand, on-stage, and brings the house down as they start to dance.”
“Then the bosses realises,” I still rambled, “‘hey, the holiday-ers actually like this stuff,’ and her Dad goes ‘oh I was wrong about him,’ and it is just sooooo satisfying!”
What movie am I talking about? You should know by now.
Time of my Life, from the ‘Dirty Dancing’ soundtrack.
As if that wasn’t enough to get me happy… as soon as it ended, anothergreat song.
I turned the volume up really high. The max I usually have it on is about 16, maybe 17 or 18 if I’m really excited and driving down the freeway on a hot night with the windows open.
And that’s still loud.
Today I turned it up to 20. Hubbie thought the speakers might burst.
But you know, all great songs MUST be played really loud. Like this one:
INXS’ Don’t Change. I absolutely love this song. I love the cyclical 80s film clip. I love the way Michael Hutchence dances. I love the band’s youthfulness and open disregard for structure and rules. I love the time it encapsulates, but most of all I love how it’s just a really awesome song and has some great words which you should learn and sing along to too…
I caught a moment on camera as the sun went down tonight.
Hubbie had decided to wash the car in the evening, and baby girl as usual had decided to ‘help.’
If you have a child that wants to help you do anything, you can imagine what the above would be like… much less what it’d be like when a HOSE is involved.
It was all well and good for me as I was taking a momentary pause and snapping away at them… but Hubbie turned to me, mid-snap, and said “I have just gained 10 grey hairs.”
After all of the shared soapy sponging of car, and shared washing of the car, baby girl pulsing water from the hose in the air like a gazillion times, and then deciding to water ALL the plants in the front yard 3 times each, she then decided she didn’t want to give the hose back.
Hubbie stood there telling her somewhat calmly that she had to give it back.
And that’s when I went snap! snap! snap!
Because I knew, in no time at all this would be a funny story. It would be one of those things that we could look back on fondly and say “remember when she would hog the hose?”
Only we wouldn’t have to wait ’til next year, next month or next week…
Foresight told me that it was only a matter of a change of scenery.
I took a final pic that showed baby girl complying –
Happy for once, that despite all my positivity, it was him, and not ME.