#882 Middle of Winter

I’m going to interrupt your regular social media scroll for a service announcement folks.

Friends, let’s pause for a moment, and PONDER.

We are right in the middle of Winter…

… and we have survived!

Thus far, I should add. But oh, the cause of celebration is magnificent. Because let’s face it… the weather in August gets incrementally better in the sunshine-y direction, and the fact that Winter started so early for us this year in late-May, should mean that it ends just as early!

Yeah right. This is Melbourne we are talking about peeps.

But we can still Hope. And Dream.

And celebrate that we are half-way through Winter.

:):):)

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Photo by Morgan Sessions on Unsplash

 

#878 Kitchen lit up!

***The following blog post is unashamedly, unapologetically, ALL KITCHEN RENO BASED***

It has taken officially 7 months from the bare bones renovation of our kitchen to get new lights installed.

And I am OVER THE MOON.

It wasn’t through lack of wanting new lights. We definitely wanted them. Our old tube fluorescent lighting behind plastic sheeting that looked like it might be some 80s version of a skylight, but an old and dirty and really outdated one, well that had to go.

We just kept changing our mind. That’s what it was. And when we did decide what we were doing, it was deciding what to do with it.

Pick colours, pick lights… and that wasn’t all. Our kitchen guys who we were happy with, well they had all but finished their job… or so it seemed. They went on to start new jobs, move onto new projects, so the whole task of making our minds up about the lights, and their subsequent asses over to our house to help measure and work out the final touches, well it became something like a Freddy Krueger Saturday night special.

As our kitchen man said today “your kitchen has been hanging in my head like a nightmare.”

And we all laughed and laughed and laughed.

Because them not finishing it was our nightmare too.

MWA HA HA.

Anyway, we are ONE BIG STEP closer today. The lights are up. Oh the drama of the lights…. that look now, well, perfect. Absolutely, magnificently, perfect. We had 3 large fittings, and 2 small, but after a deep and meaningful with ‘our’ electrician (so immaculate was his job, he is not just an electrician, he is now OUR electrician) we realised we had to forgo 2 of the large pieces, and only keep 1, to hang alongside the 2 small.

Surely the lighting store will give me my money back? This must happen ALL THE TIME.

I am writing in caps because I AM SO DAMN EXCITED.

ANYWAYS.

Anyways. The panelling went up onto our recessed ceiling… the lights went up… and though the edges of this tray ceiling is not yet 100% complete, and yes, the floor is still not done (because changing mind often, remember?) today was the first time we looked at our kitchen, and truly went

“WOW.”

Our vision is slowly taking place. And it has only taken me years and years to obtain a kitchen like this. So my social media audience waiting another month or so for the floors to get done, and a much yearned for before-and-after picture to take place, well I am sure you can handle it…

But, just because I am feeling generous, here is a photo of the lights, close-up.

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All shiny and happy and bright. :):):)

#863 Shark Tank

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I’m surprised its taken me this long to pay a grateful homage to the above TV show. I have only been watching it from the very beginning, season 1 ep 1, and this latest season you will find me reliably sitting on my couch every Tuesday night from 8:45 to 9:45pm, arguing with baby girl that Mama needs her ‘me time,’ and that she can go do whatever the hell she wants.

Parenting at its finest.

But honestly. All I ask is for one uninterrupted hour. I don’t even get that.

Tell her to go to bed you say.

You obviously DON’T have a 4 year-old child.

I do my best anyway, with what I get. And what I get, I L♥VE. I sit on the couch with my tea, all comfy in my pjs, recently-converted Shark Tank watchee Hubbie beside me, in my nicely heated and cosy abode.

Ahhh.

What is it about this show that I love sooo much? Hubbie has asked me this question several times, and I have thought long and hard about the answer, curious myself.

Quite simply, it is fascinating. Watching some of our countries most successful and wealthiest businesspeople, assess the every day person’s entrepreneurial dreams, and determine if they are worthy and valid enough to be given a cash investment… that is exciting stuff.

It is explorative. You see things from a ‘Shark’s’ viewpoint. You will think an idea will surely get the team fighting for a bite of the money pie, but then slowly, all 5 of them turn it down for various reasons, and their individual reasons offer you a window into their very experienced and business-minded world.

I enjoy the journeys presented, I love the banter between the Sharks themselves… but most of all I gain some courage, some inspiration, some insight into both those people coming into the ‘tank’ and laying their ideas and hearts on the line, and also from the Sharks who offer invaluable feedback and insight for each individual.

Maybe I too, see myself in the entrepreneurs.

And maybe I also see myself in future, like a Shark 🙂

 

#757 Reading books at bedtime

A small realisation today. Because quite often you don’t realise you have succeeded in a vision you used to have a while ago, long after it has come true, and you are actually living it.

I have always loved books, to read, and to write, and I knew that I would make sure books and reading were a big part of baby girl’s early life… I couldn’t control what she did later on, but I wanted to expose her to as much fun, imagination, creativity and wonder that I knew books could bring to her, as I could in this still early stage of parenthood.

And so tonight, as I finished her second book of the night at bedtime, and she then said to me “one more book?” at first I said no.

1, it was getting late and she had an early start for kinder tomorrow.

2, she had had a BIG day.

And 3, well she was stalling – plain and simple.

But, I succumbed, as I always do, because I too, love books. She shuffled onto my lap as I started to read ‘Good Night, Sleep Tight,’ by the Australian children’s writer Mem Fox. We turned page by page, and I sang the rhymes with gusto and enthusiasm, maybe a bit too much for bedtime!… and it was in this moment, I had a pull-back.

I was able to see with clarity, almost in an out-of-body experience, that this is what I had always wanted. The reading to my child at bedtime. The interaction. The fun. The genuine willingness of my child for me to read to them, again and again and again.

The LOVE.

So when I finished that book and got out of her bed, and she asked “one more book?”

With all of the above in mind… I had to read one more 🙂

 

#726 Date with the folks

I can’t remember exactly how long, but going into today it felt like it had been ages between catch-ups with my parents.

As in, a face-to-face one. We met up with them today at a local shopping centre on their side of town for some lunch, where we ate in a little cafe, chatted, caught up on some stuff, and just generally enjoyed their company.

It was so chilled, and yet so necessary.

We had things to do during the day, but had promised that when we were done we would then stop by their house on our way back home. What was meant to be a half hour visit, turned into a 4 hour “let’s just stay for dinner now” visit.

The backyard was the best bit. Sitting around the small table, chilling under the fruit trees, enjoying the cool breeze wafting on through, and talking about goals, dreams, life, and making plans and exploring ideas about it ALL.

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I swear their backyard is THE BEST. The greatest memories have been had amidst those trees. Baby girl went a bit rampant with my phone and took the above photo of Hubbie my Mum and I, and then as I wasn’t watching went ahead and took a whole lot more…

Topping off the night was an impromptu visit to Gino’s pizza to grab our dinner, and unless you’re from the North will you only understand the institution that Gino’s is – that it still is, even after the owner’s have changed! If you don’t get it, I’ll just tell you this: people go out of their way to pick up the pizzas as Gino’s don’t do delivery, which is what we had to do tonight even though I started off with saying “let’s just get a pizza delivered.”

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Having a classic pizza you haven’t had in ages, in your old hood, is pretty damn awesome.

Under the Pear tree, Parents, Pizza… Ahh. Pretty Perfect 🙂

And just for show, check out the photos baby girl took in the backyard while we weren’t looking:

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(The garden duck she bathed)

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(Legit she took this, it is soooo beautiful)

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(In an art gallery this one would be called ’80s Flashback – The Clothesline against a sea of Corrugated Plastic’)

 

 

#711 ‘Work’-ing it out

There’s just something that happens when you combine your work friends, with alcohol.

I don’t know why it is. Maybe because you spend most of the day getting shit done, talking about shit, and complaining about shit, that if the opportunity arises to drink with any of your fellow shit-talkers, well you don’t miss the chance to get shit-faced.

Ok, so maybe my shit-face drinking days are over. But still, its nice to hang out with my work colleagues, after work. And have a drink or two.

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Something happens. This connection arises. Not that it hasn’t been there before. Sure, you share the same workplace. There is teamwork involved. You need to talk to each other – it is a prerequisite.

But then you ask about each other’s lives. Your spouses, your parents. Real care and concern.

What, you live where? How old is she now?

Clink clink.

What did you do to your kitchen? I like that brickwork.

Do you remember when we started… hang on who else was here before me?

Clink clink.

– How long do you think we have here…

-2-5 years tops.

-I’ll open a Butcher shop with Hubbie then.

Clink.

-I lay the blame on you!

-I begged for the job!

-Ok so I will shift the blame… to HIM.

CLINK.

Tonight the drinks were for a couple of colleagues leaving us – so it was bittersweet. But nonetheless a great excuse to remember, reminisce, and look forward to the future with wonder, curiosity, and Hope.

Because although we don’t always know where we are headed, or what is around the corner, if we at least have good people – NO, great work people –  around us, life becomes much, much easier.

CLINK to that.

#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…