After standing on the Main street for a few minutes today, just looking around, going “where should we go?”
“Where should we go?”
“Where should we go?”
…I had to laugh to myself. We had so many options we actually didn’t know where to go.
I loved it.
Well we ended up in one place, where we hadn’t been to in ages… partly because of COVID. And as we took a seat by the window looking out onto the street – after writing down our names and numbers of course per the new protocol – we noticed that the cafe was a little quieter, there were crosses on the floor to advise where to stand and the place had had a recent fresh coat of paint amidst recent close downs…
But one thing, was the same.
The coffee was ah-may-zing!
And oh yeah, the almond croissant was pretty darn good too.
It was the kind of smooth but strong coffee that had me talking fast for the next few hours… and beyond.
15 years ago when Hubbie bought me a 20 years of The Bold and the Beautiful book, little did he know that many years later I would actually seriously be using it as an encyclopaedic timeline of all things soapy.
I have actually caught up. I may have mentioned a number of times that I was seriously behind on my B&B watching. So much so that my Foxtel planner had during one very long period, NO JOKES, over 100 unwatched Bold eps.
Not even exaggerating.
But you know what has happened during this iso?
Guess what has happened… 🙂
I’ve caught up.
I’ve caught up on the recent eps anyway. And what I mean by that is, I’m across the board on the most recent eps that have aired around the world, and as of today, I started to watch what else they’ve been feeding us while we wait for more eps…
The old eps.
Because they aren’t filming anymore, you know? Just during iso. And it’s not just me, but Australia has caught up with the US!
So if you haven’t worked it out by now, I am a fairly MASSIVE Bold fan.
Taylor-Ridge shipper, Steffy-Liam shipper, ALL THE WAY.
Today I watched the first old ep. Eric and Brooke’s wedding… from who knows when.
It was OLD.
It was cheesy.
But it was fascinating!
I just kept going “oh they’re so young! Their voices! Their hair! So youthful! So wrinkle free!”
But I had more pressing questions to the storyline, and less superficial ones too.
Why was Stephanie at the wedding of her ex-husband?
Why was Taylor engaged to Brooke’s brother?
Had Ridge been involved with Taylor yet?
Why were Brooke and Ridge making googly eyes at each other when she was marrying his Dad?
You know, the usual.
So after I watched the ep and listened to that original fantastic 80s theme music, I went to the bookcase.
I honestly have never read this thing properly. Not like a sit down and read. I’ve flipped through it, and I loved that Hubbie had gotten it for me when we were dating, knowing how much of a die-hard fan I was (he has a hilarious bold story from back when we first started talking on the phone!)
And it was the kind of book that you could leave on a coffee table and just flip through casually at whim, nothing too philosophical to take up your mind’s attention, or too technical that it required focused concentration.
But I hadn’t even really flipped through it.
But tonight I did. Not just flipped… I read. And read and read. And found out some fascinating stuff. Filled in many blanks.
And realised I will forever more always be team Taylor-Ridge.
And I also realised how many years I have spent following these people.
And I also also realised, I am a bit crazy about it all. 😜
Oh well. You learn something new every day don’t you?
I now need to catch up on these old, classic eps… i might have something like 30, 40?
No rush. I’ll take my time going back in time, with these.
I remember a line I read in a pregnancy book, a few days after coming home with a very newborn baby girl.
I was in a state of panic and fear and frustration, and this book said something along the lines of:
“Lower your expectations.
There you go.”
Essentially what I was being told was to not expect muchAT ALL. It was a new, confusing and confronting time of our life, becoming new parents and learning how to raise a small human, and the expectations of anything else that life would bring, including this little being herself, was lower than NIL.
It was the only functional place to operate from. Expecting anything higher, would result in severe disappointment, and as a new Mum that is a dangerous place.
I can’t help thinking of that time again today.
Because today, with the PM announcing approximately 6 months of living in self-isolation, avoiding gatherings, unnecessary social occasions, events and the like, well it all feels very sad.
We need to lower our expectations to a new kind of normal.
And with that, I realise that by lowering my standards of what I expect life to be and look like, I will essentially be raising the bar for this blog.
Because I will be looking for even more simple and inventive ways to be grateful… all without my little every day luxuries.
My catch ups with friends.
Getting my hair done.
Going to the park.
Going to the movies.
Grabbing a coffee at the local café.
Eating out on a Saturday night.
Discovering a new place.
All of this will be, if predictions forecast accurately, put on hold. And sure, 6 months is hopefully the maximum time this will be imposed on us.
Even more hopefully, this will all end WAY BEFORE the 6 months are up.
But in the meantime… lower your expectations.
I’m already thinking of writing. So much writing. And reading SO SO much.
Movie nights in.
Long D&Ms on the phone.
Running around the yard.
And one that Hubbie and I thought of tonight… talking to our people, via webcam, and skype!
Imagine the full blown catch-ups we can have if we link it up to a computer and cheers!the night away!
We might all end up creating a new and simple way to live our lives, away from the hype, the hoo-ha, the busy busy busy, and the chaos.
Though you could maybe imagine a great sci-fi book running along the lines of –
“mega virus spreads across the globe, sending people into a panic as more and more towns, cities and countries self-isolate, close borders, cancel all events and people go mad buying EVERYTHING in the shops.”
Yep, you could imagine that on a book’s blurb.
But not the toilet paper. No one could EVER have foreseen the toilet paper.
It truly does feel like a very weird dream. So unbelievably surreal.
I sway from ‘this can’t be happening,’ to ‘oh f*^$ I don’t want to use public transport tomorrow.’
Everyone and everything is coming to a halt. Forcibly. Never have I witnessed such a thing, and the unpredictability of the beast has us all scratching our heads, yelling out loud, or running around like chickens with their heads chopped off.
I was happy then, to try and make life normal today… if only a bit.
One of those things was being a parent helper at baby girl’s school. I know, I know. Even Hubbie was like – “wash your hands well after.”
It was something I promised long ago, and not being at work today, made me all the more available for the reader-helper task.
Baby girl was rapt. Soooo rapt. I wandered into her class at the end of the day and listened to first her, and a few other kids read to me.
It was so beautiful. The simplistic nature of the task, helping them sound things out, listening to the rhythm in their voice, and just being in the presence of such innocent and naïve natures, made me feel like slowing down, in the best way possible.
But they are so honest aren’t they. One boy who finished reading for me randomly said at the end “Mum said we have to be careful of coronavirus.”
Oh F*%&. Yeah, Mum’s right.
The best thing though, was having my girl read to me. She was beyond excited to have me in her class. And although I don’t know how much my other commitments will allow me to visit the classroom in future, baby girl, whether by coincidence or not, made her sentiments pretty clear through the book she chose to read to me today…
What do we do at this time of world uncertainty, unease, lack and limitation, fear and even some would say, global crisis?
Why, you breakfast.
Now, that’s not to downplay anything anyone in the world may be going through in relation to this coronavirus bug spreading. It’s affecting a number of people significantly, yet it hasn’t reached an even larger proportion of people out there.
And let’s hope it doesn’t.
But there has been so much confusion and uncertainty surrounding what to do.
How serious is this virus?
Should we be worried?
Is this all going to blow over before we know it?
And as people fight for toilet paper in the supermarket shelves, clear the aisles of all tinned food, and start to self-quarantine, there is one thing that will never change.
We will always need to eat breakfast.
And what’s better than catching up with some loved ones over such a meal, for a bit of heart and happiness, while everything else around us goes crazy.
It is the most important meal of the day. You might as well start it off right.
A Saturday night in, but a loud, passionate and fun one with the best company.
It can get a little crazy.
It can get a little noisy.
And it can get a little rowdy, but that’s how things are when we combine, us with sis and bro-in-law, and best man and fam.
The kids will be running around the house at full speed, (and I don’t know how they don’t collect themselves on corners more often) flying past us adults gathered around the kitchen island, clicking glasses and listening to the latest tune selected that is blasting out of the portable speaker.
No really, it is. We were singing “That’s Amore” with booming voices, swaying to and fro and laughing at ourselves.
I have now discovered the best day and time of week to hold a kids birthday party.
I know, because I went to one myself… this afternoon.
Friday afternoon. ;););)
At first when I got the invite I was like “Friday? Okay…”
But then the idea grew on me. Sure it was soon after they finished school. Sure, it meant we had to quickly change/snack/get ready before said-birthday party.
And sure, all the fairy bread/lollies/cake/sugar they ingested meant they would have no kind of normal dinner at all when they got home later…
But it is Friday after all peeps.
You know why a Friday afternoon birthday party is so good?
Kids are already in the swing of it. Sure it’s the end of the week, but starting it so soon after the school day has done means that they just keep going on and on and on.
Don’t worry that they can’t keep going. They will keep going for cake alright.
Then, they come home pooped, high as a kite… not on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, in effect either ruining the rest of the day/weekend and setting themselves for a massive sugar downer as they soon start the school week again…
No. They come home on a Friday evening, RUINED, and then…
Sleep it off.
And then the weekend begins the next morning.
Kids are happy and have a full weekend. Parents are even more happy as they don’t need to sacrifice their precious and limited weekend time to drive their kids to a party, because we all know once they come home they are manic from high-energy games, candy and madness, meaning they will do their own thing and be quite frankly, a nightmare.
But this all gets slept away after a Friday afternoon.
(I’m not saying I’m going to do this for baby girl but I still think it’s fantastic).
Today we found ourselves in a place, a space, a set up, that we haven’t been in for a while… and yet it was something that we used to live and breathe.
And eat. As it was concerning the old kitchen table.
Not my kitchen table… but my parents’ old kitchen table.
It was me, my sister, and my parents. And we sat down to eat in exactly the same spots we used to all those years ago.
Wow. This is a big deal. We go to my parents’ house a fair bit, and even sis and I will find ourselves there at the same time too… but it will usually be with the rest of the fam. Hubbies. Kids. And we never sit at the small round table when there are 9 of us.
But today, only 4. The original clan;) I had to take a snapshot of the moment.
It wasn’t the only flashback in time though… When we were headed out later, sis and I in the back seat of Mum’s car as she drove, Dad in passenger… she stepped on the gas, HARD, as she reversed flew down their long narrow drive.
Sis and I turned to each other with looks of surprise on our faces before I burst out laughing.
I don’t need much to get me into the Christmas spirit.
I love me some Yule, y’all.
I will wait pretty damn long for a coffee. I love it a bit too much, and therefore will happily hang out, at various lengths, to get it.
The barista today didn’t agree. That is, that I should wait.
When I arrived at the shopping centre cafe, the line was decent, there were about 7 people waiting, and only one person manning the place. He was making the caffeine happen, and judging by his solo-ness , also making the ordering happen…
Only he wasn’t. He was as I said, only the lonely.Numero uno.
He looked over amidst his coffee-making several times to apologise for not coming over to take my order… then on the third occasion that he met my eye, he came over, fished out a coffee card from a nearby container which had all the spots stamped out, and said to me –
“here, you shouldn’t have to pay for your coffee.”
I was a bit stunned, and laughed, but took it. I wasn’t even angry or anything! I was happily waiting to be served, but this guy wouldn’t have it.
I had to have it, free.
Five minutes later and I was walking off with my cappuccino warming my hands.
But that was only the beginning you see. The coffee was only starting to course through my veins.
I was in Myer and looking through the Christmas gifting section… thinking of who to buy for, what I could get, looking for some inspo, all that jazz…
And while sipping on my delightful free coffee, looking at all the amusing things around me…
Mariah Carey “All I want for Christmas is you” happened.
In case you don’t know… I LOVE CHRISTMAS SONGS.
Sure I was looking at Christmas stuff, but there was no definitive Christmas soundtrack in the department store. Up until then it had just been a random collection of pop stuff.
But then, Mariah.
I had to breathe deeply when the next song followed:
“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.”
(Oh God it really is).
And then the clincher…
Wham’s Last Christmas.
Inside, my body was doing something like this:
But on the outside, I was showing this:
Seriously, I was sooo buzzing, and just wanted to break out into song.
“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, you gave it away…”
All because of a little well-timed coffee and Christmas music.
So many wonderful things marked this fabulous end of term 2 for school.
(All I can see before me, are sleep-ins and lazy mornings… 😉 )
Firstly, it was a stunningly bright day for Winter. So warm in fact, I didn’t need to wear my jacket during the day! Shock horror.
Secondly, it was crazy hair day at baby girl’s school. And though we didn’t do anything extreme like stick a coca cola bottle to her head (yep I saw it) we sprayed some pink and attached a huge bow, and she was pretty rapt with that.
The effort of the kids today, was superb. Kudos to them all for making the last day so bloody colourful and bright, almost as bright as the shining sun from above.
And lastly, what baby girl and I had been looking forward to for a few days now…
The library visit.
You are clearly new to this blog if you don’t know why we were looking forward to it.
What makes the library visit so damn exciting? (Well other than books galore, duh).
The corner café in there…and THAT hedgehog.
This hedgehog slice is so amazing, every time we pay a visit I MUST have one. With baby girl and her ginger meg, me with my slice, along with our respective babycino and cappuccino, we sat and slurped and nibbled, appreciating every little morsel and the firm knowledge that now it was HOLIDAYS.
Mwa ha ha.
And after rushing about all day, it was so nice to end the afternoon with a book, drinking some coffee, and watching baby girl choose books from afar.
Ahhh. Welcome July school holidays, I am so glad you are here. 🙂