With baby girl, Mister F, hell, even the bird was outside.
Without my phone on me.
IN MY PYJAMAS.
It was about 10am. I stepped out to feed the cat, while baby girl was inside.
But then she followed me. And when she leant down to pat Mister F as he started eating…
She brought the door that she was leaning on with her… and it closed.
It’s one of those old doors that has no handle, it can only be turned with a key.
Only the key was on the other side of the door.
I looked around in panic.
The garage was locked.
The back door was locked.
The front door was locked.
Hell, even if I climbed like an ape onto the balcony, that was locked too.
And obviously, the laundry door was now locked.
So, I went around to the front… to wave someone down.
Pretty quickly, I saw a man walking past. When I called out to him, standing there in my purple fluffy robe, explaining that I had been locked out and needed to call my husband… well I must have looked genuine.
He took out his phone, asked for the number, and proceeded to call.
It went to voicemail, but he left a message on my behalf, nonetheless.
I thanked him profusely, and then proceeded to wait.
But I was anxious you see. I know Saturdays are busy for Hubbie. And I know he won’t generally open up voicemails left to him by unknown numbers…
It might have been 45 minutes later, when standing by the rose bushes, baby girl and I flagged down another passerby, a woman walking by with her daughter.
She was also, so so lovely. I wasn’t presumptive of taking her phone, but she was more than happy for me to take it and call Hubbie.
Again I called his phone… he didn’t answer. And I left a message:
“Please come home… we’re locked outside!”
But it just kept gnawing at me, and gnawing at me. I knew, I just knew the only way to know he had gotten my call, was to call the damn store itself.
Or, we would be waiting many more hours ’til lunchtime.
But how would I get his work number? I had no mobile. Calling his phone wasn’t working when it kept going to voicemail…
I needed someone like me. I needed someone with internet who could look up his work number online and get the number to me in a jiffy.
I sent baby girl over to several neighbours. Two doors down wasn’t home. The next door neighbour had moved out. But on the other side, well they seemed to be home, but they weren’t answering the door…
After baby girl’s third attempt over, the young boy came out. I didn’t hear him – his head just popped over our fence, and my eyes lit up.
“Hi! Can you tell your Mum we need her mobile… we’ve been locked out.”
She came over, and something like within 0.8 seconds, she had Hubbie’s work number up on her screen.
Praise the lord.
Hubbie answered, and he came. We had been outside for 90 minutes. The house was warm from the heater being left on. Our brekkie that we were about to prepare, was sitting on the bench. I re-boiled the kettle.
I took our stuff to the coffee table… and sat down.
I was emotionally exhausted.
It hadn’t been the nicest experience. Being locked out of our safe space, waiting for someone to come and save us, not dressed appropriately, feeling helpless, the rest of my day dependant on other people entirely…
You know what that sounds like there? That sounds like a homeless person.
As I sat on the couch, eating my toast, and drinking my hot tea at midday, I realised what I had experienced was similar in many ways to what someone living on the street would experience.
Out in the elements, with no shelter to protect them.
Their livelihood dependant solely on others.
Clothes that weren’t quite right or didn’t fit properly (I had fluffy socks on, sleep socks as I like to call them, and because I had literally put on slip-on shoes to feed the cat, the socks kept slipping down my ankles).
Having to ask others for help.
And in my case, I had someone with me. I wasn’t alone. I had a sunny morning, I was within the confines of my yard, and I was safe.
And yet still, as I came into the house, the sense of relief was immense.
I was able to walk into a sheltered home. Have food. Have all my creature comforts.
It changed my outlook for the WHOLE DAY.
I was able to get changed out of my sleepwear. Into clean clothes.
I was fortunate, that I had the means to wash my clothes.
Clean the house.
Tidy my surroundings.
Clean the bathrooms and toilets, that allowed us to be hygienic.
Oh how lucky I was, to have these taken-for-granted items and chores that we all whinge about all-too-often.
I WAS SO LUCKY.
I actually got really emotional during the day. I thought of those homeless people, here, there, everywhere around the world… who cannot escape their predicament, for whatever reason.
It made me feel so much for them.
I remembered getting off at the station in the city before iso, for my new job, and how the lines of pre-9am people heading to walk would just charge by the homeless person sitting in the same corner, head hung, almost devoid of life, every single day.
What had happened to them, that their life was reduced to this? Did we not have a greater responsibility to look after our fellow humans, more so than to just walk right by without a second glance?
I remembered an old work colleague, who said on her clubbing nights in the city, she would buy a cheeseburger from Maccas for them, instead of giving money, so she knew that her gift was of value, and being used wisely.
I think that’s a great idea.
And as I sit in bed tonight, warm, the wind thundering and beating the roof outside… I think of them all.
They are on my mind.
And I think they will agree, a cheeseburger sounds pretty good right about now.
With a day like today, how could we not go outside?
We HAD to get outside!
First, a bit of a longer walk this time. I love how we can go in the same direction, and yet depending on where we turn, we can pick from like 7 different walk around the block options!
We decided to go further and walk through a nearby park… and even without the freedom for baby girl to run onto the play equipment and have a swing, a slide, and climb across the monkey bars, it was still enjoyable walking by in the late afternoon sun.
And then, the CHALK. You know as a part of my recent Target order,I got 4 packs of chalk.
I AM NOT ASHAMED.
I couldn’t find it anywhere. ANYWHERE during the height of the chalk phase weeks ago.
So I was damn well going to catch up.
So we prettied our driveway, and the footpath in front of our house.
And then made a hopscotch leading up to our front door.
The rule is, you MUST hopscotch your way to the door… no ifs, ands or buts.
At a time when there is so much uncertainty and confusion, sadness and despair, withdrawal and isolation…
There is also so, so,so, SO much to be grateful for.
I am grateful for freedom. I have the freedom and right to pull my daughter out of school, at my discretion, and have my wishes respected by the school community.
I am grateful that I can still work from home at this time of crisis.
I am grateful that my daughter will be within our home, our care, and within our sight, during this stage.
I am grateful to have a fridge, a pantry, and items that will help us get through this isolation period.
I am grateful that I have so much to keep me busy – books, music, podcasts, movies.
I am grateful to have a roof over my head – a comfortable bed, a heater, clean clothes, running water, a toilet.
I am grateful that I can pick up the phone, and be in touch with anyone in my life.
I am grateful that I can stay up-to-date on the latest updates, world happenings, and have my favourite musos sing/perform to us from the other side of the globe and keep us all happy and connected during this pandemic.
Your gratitude list may be similar or vary wildly. Either way, you can’t deny the facts…
There is so much accessible to us in this day and age. A hundred years ago and something like this could have felt truly isolating. But going through all of this, now?
We may be separated in our homes, but we have an abundance of freedom in how we choose to move within those walls.
How we choose to connect.
What we choose to see.
How much we want to know.
We have it all literally, at our fingertips.
And although sure, life is going to be disrupted, FOR US ALL…
We are all going through the upheaval, together.
And just think… can you just imagine, how it’ll be like when this is all over?
We will hug, kiss, hold hands and dance.
We will go outdoors, rain hail or shine… we will see our family and friends, hold them close, laugh together, get our hair done, get massages, do girls’ day outs, watch movies, love harder, stronger, deeper, and most importantly…
REALLY LIVE LIFE.
I can’t wait for that day. It is going to be incredible.
We can do it. Because we are all in this together. ♥
I was looking up books of interest at the local library a while ago, and when I came across a particular title I thought “I must have it.”
I put it on reserve and was happy to finally go in and pick it up today.
Although it says it’s about de-cluttering (and it is) it’s managing clutter based on the principles of feng shui, a topic I’ve been looking into a lot lately.
While baby girl was at school, and Hubbie was beside me watching basketball, I got through about 80 pages of it… sure it’s a small book, but I think I’m making up in my lack of fiction reading by overdosing on non-fiction (that and the subject matter is so intriguing to me).
There’s a lot of psychological issues tied up in accumulating items, being unable to throw things away, and allowing dirt to build up in your home, as well as not tending to things that need repair in the house, all things I’m discovering as I turn page by page.
I’m going to have most of the book read by the end of the week I’m sure, and along with it I’ll have a sure-fire plan to organise and throw out heaps of unnecessary stuff in our house. Watch this space!
And just, not-so-quietly… how great are libraries? Like, you borrow something, enjoy it, and then return it for somebody else to gain satisfaction from…
A couple of weeks ago while walking back to work on a chilly but sunny morning, our takeaway coffees steaming in our hands, my work colleague observed something.
”I know we’re cold, but I can’t help but think of homeless people on cold mornings like this.”
The three of us paused. Here we were with warm drinks, willingly walking through the cold because we knew we’d be out of it soon… and back in our warm and safe work environments.
I’m thinking of that, and shelter again, more so because the last few days have been particularly hellish, with arctic winds and ferocious onslaughts of rain and hail.
Shelter. Only moments ago as I headed up to bed with tablet in hand, it started again… the howling winds. The downpour. You could hear how freezing it was, and it made me jump into bed even more eagerly.
I’m lucky. We’re lucky.
We have a roof over our head, we have shelter. And if you’re reading this, you probably do too. We have a place to shield us from these Wintry nights and provide us with a safe haven to close our eyes at night… we are trulyblessed.
And as for the homeless? I don’t know what to say. I think it’s horrible that people have to live like that, and it pains me to see people sleeping around cardboard and asking for money on the streets. How bad a turn did their life take to end up outside, with no roof over their head?
But this isn’t that kind of post. Rather if I can point out how lucky we, the majority are to have shelter, and how we should really appreciate the things we take for granted, then maybe we too can be more mindful and aware of the plight of those less fortunate… if not by our generosity towards them to keep going, then at least by an increased awareness, simply an acknowledgement that we are not all so blessed.
Have you heard the wind today? Well if you’re in any place other than Victoria, that question may fall on deaf ears.
The wind is whistling and howling its way around our house. Gusts throw themselves at the windows, threatening to turn our humble abode over at any moment.
Rain appears at times. The waves up in the horizon are white, the water splashing dangerously as it comes into the shore.
So I will be damn well appreciative that I have a roof over my head on this cold July day. In a world where homelessness is a serious issue, and let’s not forget nature (how do birds manage to sleep peacefully in swaying trees?) I am so happy that while I listen to the wind unleashing itself outside, I am safe, and protected.
That’s more than many others can say. Let’s spare a thought for them.
I know not why the skies are darker, and the stars shine brighter over our house.
I know not why some people have it easy, and others hard.
I know not why things come to us when we least expect them.
And I certainly know not why when you search and yearn and forage for others, our discovery remains lost.
Tonight there is an approaching Full Moon.
I know not why I felt vibrations within my body. Was it the Shaman running her energy over me, or something greater?
I know not why I left work in such a hurry, horrified by privacy breaches and in shock over possible exposure.
And finally, I know not why there was fuel in our house, fire and explosions and all manner of drama.
I know not why these things happened tonight, out of all nights.
There are many things I can’t explain.
But I can only go by how I feel, and what I do KNOW. And I do know that the presence of the Moon, so big and bright over our house, our town, our city, has this effect on not just me, but on everybody.
So, Full Moon. Cast your spell. Shine your light bright. But make it worth our while.
I don’t care how many times I post the same heading. Because I will always be grateful for it.
Each time there will be joy, but each time it will be different too – the fun will come from an unexpected avenue, we will sing different songs, eat different food and our time together will always be more cherished than the last time…
Because all of life is fleeting. We don’t know what is around the corner, and so when we are given something precious, a beautiful moment, or a special someones
Take stock, grab hold, and run with it.
This morning at our home, there was loads of presents…
and in turn plenty of wrapping paper to show for it.
Baby girl assisted Hubbie in their present to me –
And I LOVED the personal red touches and care given by baby girl, as much as the present itself.
The tree at my parents house is now smaller than it used to be…
But the same joy and love and good times remains. The alcohol still ‘goes’…
VERY quickly. But that is how we do things around here.
And there is dancing alright… not in the kitchen. But the GARAGE. Parents house, old school style.
And I love it all. I hope you too had an amazing and memorable Christmas with your loved ones… and if you don’t celebrate, well I hope your day was special anyway 🙂