#1838 Like old times, and milestones

Living through lockdown has given us a new way of connecting with other people… online.

I am still working from home, and today we played this online Pictionary game. You have to draw on the screen from a selection of words you’ve been given… and the rest of the room, (people participating) have to guess what you’re drawing.

I thought it was pretty cool, and it was Friday, so later my mind wandered where it usually goes to on Friday nights… to my friends. We spent a lot of Zoom calls together during those few months last year, and so I got to really get used to seeing their faces, talking about anything and everything, and just connecting in a way that honestly, we never really had before.

The lockdown had given us a new opportunity to learn even more about each other, through a multitude of topics, discussion, and debate.

And it was great. I realised no matter how much they talk, how much we disagree, how much we maybe shit each other up the wall… we are ultimately stuck with each other for life. That’s it.

And I love it.

So, missing my crew, I sent the random message out: “Anyone wanna play a game online?” Well to be expected, most were busy and couldn’t, but one such friend said “sure, give me a sec.”

And so I’ve spent the last hour or so of this night, chatting to her online while we played online Pictionary!

She is one of my oldest friends. I actually can’t remember if we were friends first in grade 1, or grade 2… I have no idea. I have no idea because after a while, your memory starts to get blurry. I never believed it when I was in my teens, or late childhood. I couldn’t understand how people would say “I can’t remember” about a huge, momentous milestone in their life. I used to think, “how can you not remember something so important?”

Well, now I know. Because as life goes on, your head gets filled up with more and more stuff, and the other stuff that you don’t think of as much, well it starts to fade.

So, so true. Maybe that’s why I’m so adamant about capturing every written word. It’s my own personal record for my unpredictable mind.

Anyway, you get my drift. We’ve been friends for about 30 years, not a word of a lie. And while we laughed at each other’s funny drawings, and tried to make sense of the game, we also caught up and reconnected, and it made me realise that technology, lockdown even, brought a few pretty good things with it.

A Friday night spent watching something on TV, or just letting the hours while away on random stuff around the house, was instead spent sharing some laughs and having fun with one of my oldest besties.

And then, in amongst all that… a milestone! Baby girl got fed up with me on the computer playing games, and put herself to bed!

It’s actually the second time she’s fallen asleep on her own like this, but the first that she did it intentionally… the first time she went to bed as I set up watch over a huntsman in our room, making sure he didn’t hide anywhere, waiting for Hubbie to come home and get rid of it. I’d told her to wait in her bed for me another 20 minutes, and instead she had fallen asleep.

But tonight, tonight was intentional. I was there chatting away, and then went to check up on her… I even kissed her head… and she remained sleeping. Peaceful. Absolutely beautiful, as all sleeping children are. 🤣

So, a good night all around. Looking back, looking forwards… as long as it’s done with the right people…

You’re alright. You’re doing alright. 👍💖

#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…

😮😮🤣🤣

AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. 💖🏖

#1828 Balcony brekkie

So what else does one do when you’re locked at home, it’s beautiful weather…

Did I mention locked at home? 🤣

Well, kind of. Many Melburnians would agree with me. Others would call me over-dramatic, but I am a writer so…

LOL.

With not much to do, and with so much time to do it, I looked outside, felt the air, and said to baby girl:

“Why don’t we eat breakfast on the balcony?”

It’s a nicer experience actually, without the gazillion cars going by. I actually don’t really notice them, it’s only that Hubbie loves to bring it to our attentions time and time again.

The cars, oh man, the cars. God help us, THE CARS.

But now, during lockdown? There are minimal cars.

It made our tea, toast and toy experience that much more serene, peaceful, and chilled, up there, on a day where we didn’t do much, AT ALL.

Hey, maybe we schedule snap lockdowns once a month, just so we can get some time off? Anyone?

Ok I’ll duck –

#1825 Happy for the break

At first, I was really annoyed with the new lockdown.

Again? 🤦‍♀️

But after staying at my parents new house last night ’til midnight to help them unpack as much as I could, I woke this morning feeling lighter, freer, calmer.

Suddenly, I didn’t mind the lockdown. It was like a mini break.

Things have been so go-go-go lately. Having a few days to take it easy, escape routine, catch up and just breathe a little more, is sounding absolutely wonderful.

So what school is cancelled?

So what we can’t go anywhere?

So what swimming lessons are put on hold?

So what we’re locked up, again?

I’m gonna use this as a mini break, from EVERYTHING.

Ahhh.

#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. 🎄🎅💖🤶

#1775 Same but different Christmas Eve

You wouldn’t have known from the day we had today, that the past year has been difficult.

I was baking, cooking, and blaring Christmas songs from the stereo like it was nobody’s business.

Baby girl and I painted our nails red and gold as we started watching the traditional Carols by Candlelight this evening.

We then drove to see some neighbourhood Christmas lights which were spectacular… but none were as sweet as those that shone from our front yard, from under the sparkling stars above.

The day had set on another Christmas Eve.

And it was busy. It was joyful. It was crazy happy. It was festive.

It was everything I had dreamed of it being, and yet it had been such a massive unknown months ago.

I AM SO GRATEFUL.

I know there are those who can’t have any semblance of a normal Christmas this year… and so I send a prayer to them.

I pray that they feel the love, warmth and goodwill coming from all corners of the globe, telling them to hang in there.

We are with you all in spirit.

Merry Christmas Eve.

#1771 ‘My’ day, ‘their’ day

At first I really wanted to bring baby girl along with me.

But the coronavirus restrictions imposing a guest limit, turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Of course the thought of her being there beside me made me happy. It was a bridal shower. It was a girls girls girls afternoon out, with pretty and dainty cakes, various tones of mauve and blush, and a beautiful entry into the delicate, finer and charming things in life.

But like I’d said. Restrictions on numbers meant adults only.

Days leading up to the event, it dawned on me.

Hell yeah! I deserved a beautiful afternoon out where I could relax and enjoy, indulging in some fine food, gorgeous company and pretty surroundings.

Sans child. Without the usual –

“Put that down!”

“Don’t touch the cake, it’s not time yet!”

“Keep your voice down!”

“SHHHHHH!”

“For the love of God, stop!”

Yeah, that.

And so I did. I had a beautiful afternoon as expected. It was relaxed and leisurely, sunny and funny, and perfect for a Sunday in December.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one who had a great day.

Hubbie and baby girl ended up having a Daddy-Daughter day.

Like I said, blessing in disguise, for us ALL.

Because they don’t get a lot of time, just them two, together. It’s usually baby girl and I, and a couple of days a week it’s all 3 of us…

So today was kinda special. 😍

They did grocery shopping. They bought my Chrissie pressie… and kept the secret to themselves.

She scrapped her knee running, and cried. He picked her up, put Dettol on her wounds, and bandaged them up.

She talked and talked and talked. She told him things, he listened. He admired how much she’s grown.

How much she is growing up each and every day.

And this evening, as I watched her apply the brand new lip balm that her Dad had bought her, on him NO LESS, well I got a little emotional.

Leaving them alone was the best idea ever. 💖💖

#1765 The 2020 school year is nigh

I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to this Friday.

The last day of school for the year.

And that might be a bit of a weird sentiment, since a lot of the school year has been at home.

But think about it. Now that things are heading back to more and more of a ‘normal,’ all the things that we put off for months and months, jobs and renovations and appointments and important life decisions, all of it was held back by big sand bags…

And now those bags have been removed and everything is rushing forward at full force like water bursting rapidly out of a dam. 🌊🌊🌊

It’s been great to have our freedom back. Amazing.

Having everything start again so rapidly, has been however, EXHAUSTING.

And, it’s Christmas-time.

A time of year where I’m usually so happy and bursting with festive cheer, I’m sorry to say, I’m lacking slightly in the jolly department this time around.

Being the end of the school year, and then the end of all other school stuff, appointments, dates… OMG, I can’t wait.

Monday’s sleep-in is going to be GOLD.

Merry Christmas to me. 🙏💖🎄🎅

#1762 It’s my cherry pie

Mmm mmm.

I haven’t had this cherry pie, like ALL YEAR.

And with the year we’ve had, you know that’s no exaggeration.

I walked into the renovated cafe off the main street this morning. I haven’t had anything there since, well, note the above (ALL YEAR).

But back when I ventured through its doors the cafe was poky, but had charm.

And it had a massive cherry pie through the display case, just beaming up at me.

😍🍒🥧

Today when I walked through, the cafe was open and airy.

No pokes anymore.

I looked through their new display case.

And found a smaller cherry pie.

They weren’t cutting slices anymore. Now, they were individual serves.

Oh. So. Pretty.

Still as delightful. Still as delicious.

And luckily for me, still the same cherry pie.