I’ve been going to town on our front yard. Yesterday I was getting rid of weeds from one side of the yard, all these fiddly, annoying, tiny weeds that take all this major wrist action to rip out.
But then I went to the other side of the yard, along the fence, and there were these HUGE MOFO weeds… and yet they came out so easily.
When I told Hubbie last night he said “of course, the soil is softer there.”
Ahhh. That explains it.
So today I returned to the fence side of the yard.
It was soooo satisfying.
I ripped out ALL the weeds alongside the fence. They were massive, and I got them ALL OUT.
After such a massive effort, I went inside, had my babycino and coffee break with baby girl…
And then we sat on the couch, to relax and Netflix.
I was really excited, because not only was it a show I was really curious to see, but I thought it might also kind of interest baby girl.
The Babysitters Club!
When I heard the popular book series that I started reading in the 90s, was coming to the small screen via Netflix, I didn’t actually think I would watch it.
Would it suit me, NOW? This 30-something year old (emphasis on ‘something’) watching some early teen girls go through childhood woes and crushes while looking after little kids?
But then I actually read an article saying that older folk (ahem) would enjoy going back and reminiscing about the characters they loved delving into back then, while also appealing to the new middle-grade, tween audience.
I know baby girl is only 6, but I felt it might be something we could meet in the middle with, and enjoy together.
I loved Ann M. Martin’s books growing up. I still have original books from the series, stashed upstairs in a box, and I told baby girl today that one day she could read them too.
I gained a lot of joy along with many other things, from reading the series growing up. This led to me appreciating the form of the story, the development of the story arc, engaged in watching the characters grow, and the sheer joy of writing which I obviously developed over the years.
The verdict from the show? I actually LOVED it. Baby girl enjoyed it too, though she asked many questions, like at the start, “where is the Babysitters Club?”
“They haven’t started it yet honey.” (In the first two minutes!)
There are plenty of themes of friendship, some mention of boys, the issues of blended families AND even the hints of eating disorders, which I know to be true to the original, because I remember coming across the theme in the books I read so long ago.
A great Netflix watch, it’s light-hearted for the younger girls in your life… or just for those of us wanting a trip down memory lane…
I spent my Saturday morning in a really lovely, relaxing and uplifting way.
And no, it wasn’t just because I ate breakfast on the couch (I know it’s a day off when my butt is firmly planted there as I eat my toast), and no, it wasn’t because I was in my PJs ’til past midday…
But I was in my PJs past midday, because I got majorly distracted at 11am.
I’ve done 5 online courses now with The Australian Writers’ Centre. It is truly an addictive thing if you love the craft of writing, and seriously, I can see myself doing more of them… at some point in the future.
For anyone that loves to write and wants to make it part of their work, even if you live outside of Australia, the AWC is a tremendous resource, I know.
And at the moment, I think their online Zoom chats with esteemed writerly professionals are just awesome.
They have been running for a while now during iso, and the topic for this morning’s one was of utmost interest to me.
AWC founder Valerie Khoo was talking to a children’s and YA literary agent!
YA! That’s my genre. 😉
I accidentally stumbled across the Zoom chat reminder, and then started to listen… and then couldn’t put down my phone. I even asked a question about what trend publisher’s are looking for at the moment in YA, and along with getting my question answered, I walked away with so much information, tips and people to look up and read more on.
Most of all, I walked away with so much inspiration. It gave me purpose and hope and light again.
It’s a long road ahead, and it requires a heap of work. But at the same time, this morning’s Zoom chat filled me with as much excitement as it did focus, and I really feel I am on the right track.
A great frame of mind to start your morning? I’m definitely grateful for that.
When I finished, I skipped the schoolwork I so diligently helped baby girl with each and every day.
I lay on the couch.
She piled blankets and cushions upon me.
And I lay there through countless bold and the beautiful eps.
My back cramped. My arms and legs were achy from the odd position.
My feet just wouldn’t warm up.
So I went upstairs.
Jumped under the doona…
and fixed my gaze outwards.
Now this wasn’t my exact view tonight, because I was too damn unwell to get my phone and take a snap, obviously.
But it was the same balcony. The same chairs outside.
The same window.
The sky wasn’t so pink… it was more golden.
Fading into the night.
The clouds were spotty and rugged, like a carpet across the sky…
You wouldn’t have thought it, not unless you were watching them. But sure enough, minute by minute, the sky changed. It grew dimmer. The clouds shifted.
The cycle of nature that we know too well, was acting in accordance.
Mother Nature. Our natural certainty. No matter what else is going on, we can depend on her to bring us light, allow darkness to fall when the world needs rest, and show us her moods through the sunshine that beams down on our faces, to the rain that patters gently on the rooftops, and the wind that can howl and take down trees.
She is definitive.
And I lay there, watching the sunset come down upon me on this angle, reminded once again that there is so much world…
It felt as if time stood still for about 2 hours tonight, as we all sat down to watch a movie on the couch.
Well, time didn’t really stand still. If we did anything with time, we manipulatedit.
That’s right… it was Back to the Future time!
Pardon the overly obvious pun, but I HAD TO. After coming across the second installment of this classic 80s trilogy the other night on TV and watching the second half of it, Hubbie came home from work today actually wanting to watch the first one!
What? He wanted to watch a movie, and it was one of my faves???
I didn’t ask twice.
The box set came out!
Even baby girl got involved, and was actually intrigued for most of it, though she kept saying she liked the character of Duck best… when I told her it’s actually Doc, she said “no not Doc, Duck, the other guy!”
Time travelling movies are kind of hard to explain to a 6 year-old. I just ended with…
“It’s a bit tricky honey. You call him duck if you like.”
Daggy pun or not, it was amazing as we all sat together to pause life, if only a bit… as we questioned the past… pondered the present… and made room for a better future. ♥
Well it’s not the original. Rather it’s Saving Mr. Banks, the story of how Walt Disney courted the writer of the original Mary Poppins book, P.L. Travers, into allowing him to make her original tale into a Disney classic.
The story behind the story… how could it beat the one we have grown up with and come to love?
Well it is a completely different story. One that is heart-wrenching, as it is uplifting. (Actually, that oddly has similar elements to the story it’s based on if you look hard enough).
And though Mary Poppins brings the word unique to a whole new level, the character of P.L. Travers played by Emma Thompson, is a whole other hilariously difficult character on her own.
Watching stories unfold in the comfort of my home, from my couch, at my will, has to be the greatest ‘me time’ and restorer of creativity wells there is. ♥
Did you know that P.L. Travers is not the real name of the Mary Poppins writer? She was indeed, Helen Goff, and part Aussie, no less. 🙂