#957 Working Friday

Well that’s a headline you thought you’d never see. Why the hell am I working on a Friday, AND grateful about it???

Insert, the black and white.

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Photo by Ryoji Iwata on Unsplash

The Magpie army. Comprised of those essential game-changers behind the scenes, the passionate and vocal fans that support the club, and the all-important players on the field themselves.

I was meant to be working tomorrow… but instead I pulled in some work favours, and am working tonight, so that I can watch my team, hopefully, paint their opponents into aΒ corner tomorrow afternoon.

Good ol’ Collingwood πŸ˜‰

#894 July 27th opens windows

Today.

Friday.

It is 2:40pm.

I am on the other side of town, driving my car after having had its regular service, back to my parents house.

I have a jacket on… but it is warm. There is no heater on.

In fact, the window is open.

WHAT?!?!

I can’t remember if the mechanic left it open after finishing with it, or whether I in fact did it. But all I can tell you, in that warm car on today the last Friday of July, the open window was INVITING. I can even add, that the sun was on my face as I jumped onto the freeway, and I wondered –

“could I get sunburnt?”

Get out of town! it is July 27 folks, this is insanity!

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Can you see the suns rays just BURSTING down through the open window. You can just feel the warmth.

I know I am creating a yearly theme here. But seriously, this time around I am 4 days early. So 2018 wins.

I felt it. I feel it. Spring. It is a-coming.

Shucks you under-achiever July… you may have me reformed on your Winter-y reputation, just yet…

#838 Mum’s soup

Picture this:

It’s Friday. The end of a LONG week.

It’s cold.

First day of Winter.

You’ve had an on/off scratchy throat for a good two weeks.

You arrive at your parents house, hungry.

And you find… SOUP.

Not just any soup… it’s your Mum’s soup.

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Ahhh! Angels sing!

There is no soup like your Mother’s. Of course it’s the best.

How did she know?

Of course she knew… Mum’s just know.

πŸ˜‰

 

 

#831 Friday night friend fun

You don’t need cocktails.

You don’t need food.

You don’t need a happening hotspot.

Nor do you need lights, crowds, people and ambience to fill the scene.

All you need are your friends…

And now I’m going to eat my words (along with tonight’s not-so-mild curry) and say that I had ALL of these tonight!

But seriously, I might as well have been eating fish and chips from a dodgy booth somewhere for all I cared. Sure the surroundings were cool, and I love heading out to different and new places… but when you are in certain company, and you realise that where you are doesn’t really matter, just THEY do…

That’s a good sign. πŸ™‚

 

 

#817 Sick Timing

When I was teenager, the word sick could have meant 3 completely different things:

Sick (1): Something great. Too cool for school. Ultra awesome. Best-thing-since-sliced-bread good.

Eg. “That N*Sync and Richard Marx love-song collaboration is sick.”

(Yep. I said teenagers).

Sick (2): Filthy. So wrong. Depraved. Inappropriate. Get-away-from-me-now-I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that, sick.

Eg. “I love Maths.”

“You’re sick.”

The third definition of sick is funnily enough, the only one I have anything to do with nowadays, being a parent of a kindergarten-attending girl.

Sick (3): Of having your immune system worn out. With cold. Feverish. Unwell. Tired. Sniffly. Coughing, sneezing, achiness usually presents.

This is the sick I was dealing with today.

But I couldn’t help but be thankful for the timing. How is it that often the sickness comes when you have nothing on? For the first time in ages we were home today, and the last 3 Fridays we’ve had appointments appointments appointments. It’s been mad crazy busy, so when we woke up this morning and baby girl was still suffering with a sniffily and snotty nose, feeling very worse for wear and overly tired, I knew it was going to be that kind of day.

That ‘tending-to-her’ day.

I was actually glad I was the one to be there. I didn’t have anywhere to be. I wasn’t cancelling appointments – sure we had to cancel a playdate, but for now that leisure would have to wait. I gave her Panadol, checked her temperature, felt her forehead a billion times… blew her nose a trillion times… bathed her and fed her and cuddled and kissed her every time she asked… and didn’t.

I was grateful I was home with her for this most important of sick days – the first one is always the hardest – and though tomorrow I AM away from her, I sure as hell hope the worst has passed, and the love and support I gave her today will help her on her road to healing.

So the cold, though shit, had good timing. Sick. (Number 1!)

#656 Long drives lead to Friday Night

Friday nights are the epitome of Dreams Manifested.

It always signals the end of something tiring, mundane, routine, demanding or difficult.

In my case today, it signalled almost the end of driving.

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Photo by Michael Coury on Unsplash

I’ve been driving all over the place for 2 days. All good things, but it is getting exhausting and frustrating at this time of year. I have some more set up for me tomorrow, but having this little in-between break called Friday Night, where I chill-axed with Hubbie and baby girl, eating takeaway and reminiscing about SIA, it was just what I needed.

And tomorrow’s driving road leads to… The Wiggles. If the insane storms that have been predicted by the weather bureaus fall flat on their winds, that is…

#530 End Friday, end week, end July

Oh man. You know that feeling when you get to the end of something, and you just sigh?

Ahhhh.

Yeah, but mine is a little like ahhh brrrr ahhh.

With everything that has been happening lately, (and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING), I’m just glad I’ve gotten to the end of it all.

The end of Friday. I love Fridays with their beautiful weekend promises, but after keeping with appointments and driving all about the place today, I’m just glad it’s all over.

The end of the week. In fact, it has been exactly one week that I have survived with no ducted heating! Such a 1st world problem I know, and yet as I cast my mind back, I can’t ever think of a time when I didn’t have proper heating to nestle back into… even when we holidayed overseas in July of 1997, it was Summer, so there was absolutely no need for it. I’ve got my eye keenly planted on the day in which the gas heater man will come over and reinstall our new heater (roughly 6 days time) so the countdown is ON. You can be sure I’ll be damn happy and super grateful when that happens.

The end of July. Sure sure, it’s not THE END, yet. But we are days away, and guess what peeps? We have survived 2 months of Winter! I barely consider August a Wintery month. I know it’s still cold, and the mornings are still icy, but I’m adamant a Spring-like change starts to appear around my birthday (of course I would proclaim that) and anyway, I am usually so busy celebrating all kinds of August-fun festivities, I have no time to even feel the cold.

End Friday, End week, End July. I am happy for these closing ceremonies, because where one door closes, another one opens… and today I have 3 exciting doors to peek through…