#739 Kinder days (amped up!) no. 6

“Hello Zumba my old friend

I’ve come to dance with you again…”

Simon and Garfunkel came to mind as I was walking baby girl into kinder today. It had been months since I had done any kind of workout, and if by workout you think I mean work out what the hell I’m going to wear in this temperamental weather, then you are WRONG.

As soon as she was settled I was back home getting ALL worked up.

“Within the sound of silence.”

Yep it was quiet alright. With the only sounds in the house being that of my TV Zumba instructor and his two female support acts, I jumped around ’til I was content I had completed a modest entry-level exercise routine.


(Not me – I don’t look so cheery working out)

I looked at my beloved ever-changing to-do list.

Do washing.

Iron shirt.

Upload photos to Drive.

Download photos to back-up.

Write letter.

Sort desk.

Fill out form…

I looked at it, my eyes skimming over it wildly, trying to work out the next best job for me to tackle. How could I go about it so I could achieve them all? What was the most important thing to do right NOW?

A couple of moments of this intense deliberation, and then I calmed down. I wasn’t going to get everything done in one day. No one can.

I remembered. It wasn’t only this day that baby girl was at kinder… She attended 3 times a week now.

My heart sung!

There were so many things I needed and wanted to do and catch up on, but with approximately 15 hours a week to find the time to do them, I had a pretty good start to get my shit together.

And it was the best realisation EVER 🙂



#735 Down day signals end of Holidays

There was to be no major outing.

No beach visit.

No movies, or dinner out, or coffee café-ing.

No catch ups with friends.

No craziness.

Nil, Zilch, Nada.

It was the last day of our holidays together.

And though at first glance it may seem like it was a totally boring and uneventful day, we were really happy to just stay home for the majority of it, tidying up, unpacking our getaway bags, getting shit done, putting shit away, and just catching up on SHIT.

And when we did head out to grab some groceries, the most eventful part was baby girl going up to random people and asking “are you my best friend?” and then shouting “Mama!” repeatedly when I disappeared into another aisle without her.


It was a very cruisy and chilled day, but it was just as we liked it, which made it a success.

And as long as you like it, that’s all that matters.


Photo by tu tu on Unsplash


#728 Easy Park catch-up

I didn’t know if I should expect much of today, when I heard there was the possibility of rain.

This became worse, as our plans for the day revolved around a long-awaited catch-up at a park with friends.

This became even more worse since we have been planning for said long-awaited catch-up with friends for months, because not only were we trying to organise availabilities for the girls, but availabilities for the families of us girls too, so that everyone could be included and come to the party.

Alas… we were not to worry. Because it was a great day.


There is just something about being in the outdoors and talking about life with friends. The grass is perfectly smooth and green. The sounds of children’s laughter abounds (ok there are tears too but generally more happiness). Trees are tall and supportive and solid, and your natural place in the world is guaranteed, the possibilities endless.

Everything becomes easy. The makeshift picnic everyone brought along, is easy. The weather too, grey but still warm at times with light winds – easy.

The conversation – definitely easy.

The time had? Magnificent.

And not only is it a great day when I go home feeling content over my hours spent and who I spent them with, but when baby girl and Hubbie are both equally as pleased, it’s a massive life HIGH FIVE BORAT STYLE.

Put it there!

It’s been a great weekend of terrific company and conversation, and I can’t wait to see what this next week of holidays brings us yet… :):):)


#726 Date with the folks

I can’t remember exactly how long, but going into today it felt like it had been ages between catch-ups with my parents.

As in, a face-to-face one. We met up with them today at a local shopping centre on their side of town for some lunch, where we ate in a little cafe, chatted, caught up on some stuff, and just generally enjoyed their company.

It was so chilled, and yet so necessary.

We had things to do during the day, but had promised that when we were done we would then stop by their house on our way back home. What was meant to be a half hour visit, turned into a 4 hour “let’s just stay for dinner now” visit.

The backyard was the best bit. Sitting around the small table, chilling under the fruit trees, enjoying the cool breeze wafting on through, and talking about goals, dreams, life, and making plans and exploring ideas about it ALL.


I swear their backyard is THE BEST. The greatest memories have been had amidst those trees. Baby girl went a bit rampant with my phone and took the above photo of Hubbie my Mum and I, and then as I wasn’t watching went ahead and took a whole lot more…

Topping off the night was an impromptu visit to Gino’s pizza to grab our dinner, and unless you’re from the North will you only understand the institution that Gino’s is – that it still is, even after the owner’s have changed! If you don’t get it, I’ll just tell you this: people go out of their way to pick up the pizzas as Gino’s don’t do delivery, which is what we had to do tonight even though I started off with saying “let’s just get a pizza delivered.”


Having a classic pizza you haven’t had in ages, in your old hood, is pretty damn awesome.

Under the Pear tree, Parents, Pizza… Ahh. Pretty Perfect 🙂

And just for show, check out the photos baby girl took in the backyard while we weren’t looking:


(The garden duck she bathed)


(Legit she took this, it is soooo beautiful)


(In an art gallery this one would be called ’80s Flashback – The Clothesline against a sea of Corrugated Plastic’)




#723 Sick catch-up

Unfortunately for me, Hubbie did that second coat of polish today.

My cold has since progressed from just that, a ‘cold’ affecting my nose and throat region, to waking post-midnight with chills despite a comfortable overnight low of generally 17 degrees.

Today is the worst I have felt in a very LONG time.

Why me? I asked myself.

Why now? Was the second pressing question.

I didn’t have enough energy to think it through. I slept and lay for most of the day, when I wasn’t holding my head in my hands and taking Panadol.

But an idea did occur to me earlier in the day while baby girl was at kinder, and it made 90 minutes of my day that much more bearable.

You know how you always think of taking a sick day from work, just so you can catch up on stuff? TV shows, movies, reading, anything really that you would rather be doing than work?

I always have something to catch up on… in fact ‘our’ Foxtel Planner is about 99.9% full of my shows, yet to be watched… and one in particular has been sitting there for months now, just calling out my name, but its length felt too long to tackle in one go…

but not when you are SICK.


I watched the George Michael documentary Freedom, the one he was a key figure in the production and creation of, but that he sadly didn’t get to finish before his death. It was intriguing to revisit those early Wham years and formative solo years, right up through his long Sony court case, the death of his partner Anselmo, and the succeeding album of it all, Older.

I got sucked right in and for a moment, forget I was sick at all… and I guess when you are listening to a life filled with the dreaded fear of Aids and death of friends from it, the issues of coming out to millions of fans (including your own family) and the often tumultuous side effects that can come out of being so famous from so very young an age…

Well I guess it puts it into perspective for you, doesn’t it?

Being sick on a Summer’s day (though so crappy) isn’t the worst there is, out there.

And so for that, and many other things, George, I’m grateful.




#692 Summer catch-up with Best Man and Fam

Time between catch-ups is often too long and drawn out, usually with those you love and get along with the most. I don’t know why that is, I mean, we should not see the people that annoy us in life (I do that too) but for some reason it is just as impossible to get together with those that feed your soul.

And when your kids get along, DOUBLE THE POINTS.

What to do then on such a catch-up? Why, let’s try everything.

Fish and Chips at the local park – then let the kids run wild.

A quick walk down to the beach, which turns into some splashing in the bay.



Why not some ice cream? The kids aren’t high enough on Summer/beach vibes, and hey let’s tire them out, while simultaneously feeding them sugar, because… January?


But hey, that was intentional for a reason! They sat on the couch later and totally chill-axed because of it, while us adults rocked on.


A fabulous night, all in all, for ALL. 🙂


#469 First taste of Filtered Coffee

It was while being grateful for a LONG overdue catch-up with Best Man and Fam today, that later on in the evening I had another reason to be grateful.

Filtered coffee.

Hubbie’s bestie asked if we wanted a taste of a special blend, and of course there wasn’t much chance of us saying no, being all coffee snobs and all. Off to the kitchen he went to begin the ‘process.’

The ‘process’ went for a good 5 minutes. There was a large jug, something like a fine sieve up top, hot water that went into this, and then ground coffee on top, to just sit. For a good few minutes.


Finally it was brought to the table, and we had our first taste.


Did I tell you Hubbie’s bestie is a coffee rep? How bloody convenient for us. Like, seriously. He told me that if that coffee were unfiltered, there would be earthier notes coming out, but this being filtered, there were fruiter ones. I asked him why exactly the coffee is filtered, and he went on an explanation saying you can have coffee in a variety of ways, and offered a detailed explanation, but the music in the room was too loud, and the kids were running around us and having the time of their lives, so the message got lost in the air. I nodded and drank.

It was watery, quite light, yet still strong. I could get used to it, as it is different, and I like different, but still pleasant. He said it’s a good morning coffee, and I could see why.

Tasting different coffees, one day at a time.

All hail different ways to drink coffee.

‘Hail different ways to drink coffee.’