#1911 A pause

What a difference 24 hours makes.

Yesterday the sky was bright blue, the sun shining amidst still air…

Today?

Grey, grey, grey.

Days like these encourage you to snuggle up, stay in, pile on the clothes and blankets, and turn up that heater.

Baby girl generally doesn’t stop. We were trying to chill this evening and she was doing gymnastic-type jumps over the couch, dangerously close to our tall lamp…

But then, she stopped. She sat next to me.

Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was the after-effects of her Monday afternoon swimming class.

Either way, she snuggled in close to me, and was still.

She was leaning on me. Her arms wrapped around me, legs on my legs, and my arms resting on hers.

And it was beautiful.

I think the cold does that. It brings us a pause. A moment to stay still, and just BE.

#1891 Happy-go-lucky day

I was glad it was raining and grey today.

A home day is what I needed.

A day to do… whatever.

I had a ‘maybe’ playdate penned for today… but when I saw the sky, I messaged baby girl’s friend’s mum, and wrote “we’re staying inside today.”

It was just what the doctor ordered.

And what exactly was it on his prescription list?

Make some chicken soup.

Make some muffins.

Set up Monopoly on the coffee table and come back to it 3 times during the day!

Do a work out and lie on the floor puffing with jelly legs afterwards.

And then, for some balance… TAKE AWAY!

🀣

I got a wonderful surprise when I found out I had been published too! Not in the traditional ‘print’ form, this outlet is not your usual writers go-to… but nonetheless, EXCITING. 🀩

More on that soon…

But, today was what I needed. Doing whatever, whenever, just chilling and taking it easy. Because tomorrow routine starts again, proper, when I wake up earlier to take baby girl to school!

Waaaa! Holidays went too quick… πŸ˜’πŸ˜

#1884 My little helper

I am so simple lately.

(You might even say boring, but meh πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ)

I hit a wall after lunchtime, I was freezing cold, and then BANG!

Sleep overwhelmed me.

Well I couldn’t sleep, duh I have a child. But I did lay down on the couch, and baby girl brought me her musical merry-go-round figurine to lull me to sleep, and my water bottle and my phone, all within reach.

Awww.

But balance… she oh-so-quietly complained I had to get up and make my coffee, as well as her BABYCINO.

No rest for the tired here. Just as well we have caffeine. πŸ’ͺβ˜•

#1882 Sunday Our Day no. 5

Nothing screams “Sunday Stay Home!” like a freezing cold, wintery blast that has descended upon your temperamental weather city.

And coming off the back of a busy day yesterday, it was all the more exciting to just do nothing.

Excitement… at nothing. Huh.

Whether it was watching Netflix. (I started the new season of Riverdale this weekend).

Cleaning and clearing out baby girl’s room.

Making a slow lentil soup.

A coffee break with my family.

I had the best time, with zero guilt associated, in just doing nothing in particular…

Just dabbling a little here, and little there.

No pressure. All relax. 😁

#1876 The light in darker days

“Oh, oh, the night comes down…

And it’s dark again.”

These are the lyrics sung by Queen in the song ‘The Night Comes Down’ on their self-titled first album.

And I can’t help but think of these lyrics when looking out at the sky tonight.

The sky, which came darker, earlier. I can’t lie and tell you I’m jumping for joy over the thought of reduced daylight hours, colder days and cooler nights, shivering as I head outside instead of relaxing in overabundant warmth.

But the older I get, the more I am coming to appreciate all of the seasons.

The last 6 months have been crazy. We’ve gone from a covid world, to attempting a life back to ‘normal’ following super-tight restrictions.

We all went a bit crazy. We’ve tried to cram in as much as we can, as much outside/social/happening time as we can, because you know, you just don’t know.

We don’t know what is in store for us. In life, and in covid.

And so the last 6 months, which have honestly been horrific-ly long at times, while also being stunningly beautiful, well I won’t mind to see the back of as daylight fades a bit.

I am feeling up for some mellower days. Staying in. Watching Netflix. Board games. Reality TV. Shopping where I’m not sad to be missing out on the outdoors. Catch-ups with family and friends, sitting around the table and sharing our woes, our laughter.

There is a season for every moment. I am coming to appreciate the different aspects of each, instead of only holding on stubbornly to Summer.

Every season brings with it something beautiful. It’s up to each of us individually, to find out what that ‘something’ is.

πŸ‚πŸ

#1845 Have you ever really loved, a love song?

I’ve been listening to Bryan Adams suddenly, out of nowhere, and I can’t stop.

Maybe it’s the weather. The warmth has dissipated, leaving in its wake cold, windy, grey days.

Things feel slower. Sleepier. I feel like chilling, playing love songs on repeat.

Which is kinda what I’ve been doing. πŸ˜‰

To be honest, it’s not quite all of a sudden. It all started after I was listening to one of my favourite songs “O Sole Mio” last week. And then when I looked it up on YouTube, I came upon the most weirdest of versions.

It was a duet, featuring Pavarotti… and Bryan Adams.

BRYAN ADAMS? I couldn’t believe the caption, until I watched it and listened to it with my own ears.

Now, at first, I was very slightly offended. Was this a joke? I have no problems with Bryan Adams at all. I think he’s great.

But, this song was made for the operatic tone. We don’t need no husky, raspy voices here. Bryan Adams, you may not apply for this job. And yet there he was. Singing alongside this famous Italian, the Pav looking at him all amused, perhaps like it was some kind of joke, or dare, or perhaps more realistically, a TV special or charity show?

In fact it was neither. Rather it was for Pavarotti’s 59th birthday in Modena, Italy, and he surely thought he’d get a kick out of it or something. Look it up, and see his deeply amused smile as he watches Bryan attempt this song designed only for a tenor. Just watch.

And then, something happened. After I got used to the wildly different voice and version, his voice started repeating in my head.

BRYAN ADAMS STARTED REPEATING IN MY HEAD.

I could hear the strain, even and mesaured, but not deep, as he sang “Ma n’atu sole cchiΓΉ bello, oi ne'”

(Otherwise known as line five)

I was actually starting to like it.

πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

And with that… his other songs started repeating in my head.

Because of that, I’ve been playing various renditions and versions of his songs…

Summer of ’69.

Heaven.

Let’s Make a Night to Remember.

Please Forgive Me.

And last, but definitely not least, and most certainly my favourite song of his of ALL TIME:

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

(With special subtitles :))

I have loved this song since it came out when I was a young teen. I LOVE IT. And the love just keeps on growing in our household, because every time Hubbie comes home from work, he hears this guy…

LOL.

#1688 Day 190 of getting there: Spring walk to the park

You know what’s better than a fresh spring walk around the block?

Well, a fresh spring walk around the block, that leads to a park!

Today was park 4 out of the 5 within our 5kms. It was spur of the moment, as baby girl and I were chasing sunshine-y spots in the late afternoon sun along the footpath, and I knew that taking a longer route, would also lead us to the very well lit up park not too far from home.

She was all too happy to take that detour. 😁

I’m just so tired of being in the box. Of being in the box known as home. Gee, I love our home, and what we have created, and what we are creating…

But shit. You need a break. I need a break.

I wanted the sun on my face.

I wanted to feel the early evening chill start to settle around us.

I wanted to feel the cold seep through my clothes.

I wanted to move my body, and stretch, and look upwards, shield my eyes from the sky, hide from magpies, and look for the regular neighbourhood cats that we just know would be friends with our mate Mister F if they lived closer.

I wanted to do, and feel it all. And we did. πŸ’–

#1651 Day 153 of getting there: Pub night at home

Tonight, the theme was ‘pub night.’

Hubbie called the theme yesterday. To jazz up our iso cold and Wintry Saturday nights, we could dress up in chosen theme to make the night all the more interesting.

Why the hell not? We had nothing else to do.

Hubbie dressed up accordingly, with his big over-sized Wintry boho style-jacket. I didn’t wanna do the shirt thing, so I thought of what I’d wear if we weren’t in iso, and going out to a pub…

I dressed all in black, and put on this top that I haven’t worn for years.

Baby girl dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and put on about 28 different bracelets and necklaces. Of course, it all goes at the pub.

Cold Chisel played in the background most of the night.

Putting in some effort for our theme did make a world of difference. We had something to laugh about, talk about. Actually being dressed up, no matter how fancy, funny or outrageous it was, did heaps as a mood-booster.

And then there was the other things that made our night…

The takeaway pie, and the board game.

The pie was so yum and filling, the board game was entertaining, and all in all it was a pretty cool night.

Next week – a whole new theme! Stay tuned…

#1650 Day 152 of getting there: happy to be locked up

Today, in our town?

Freezing. Squally winds. Sheets of raining pelting down at an angle.

It was NOT NICE.

I thought all this as I sat with baby girl in her room, after my work shift. We were playing with her dolls, as the weather outside ravaged the environment.

“You know how lucky we are, to be inside?” I told her.

We started running through the list of what we’d have to do, if we were at work, if we were at school.

“I’d have to run to the station.”

“Then run to the car, probably getting soaked even with my umbrella.”

“Then you’d have to pick me up, at after school care!” she chimed in.

“Yes! And the umbrella might break, we’d get soaked – again…”

We looked outside. We looked inside.

You know, if iso had been lifted today, there was no chance I would have gone out.

None.

Lock me up on days like these, I really don’t mind. I’d rather be inside.