#536 Scalding Hot Showers

You don’t really have to spell it out: a hot shower on a Winter’s night is bliss. We make it out like its a necessity, here in our Western World, when really it is a luxury. To have water come out at the faucet, instantly at the temperature of your choice?

Why, it’s almost magic. And exceptionally good plumbing I might add.

But tonight, today in fact, was no ordinary day. Sure I had a shower tonight. A really, really hot shower. Scalding in fact. So hot I said to Hubbie before I disappeared into my steamy bathroom oasis “I want to come out looking like Sebastian.”

The crab from The Little Mermaid. He LOL’d, and yet totally got it.

Because today was not only cold, it was icy. Freezing. There was no difference in temperature between inside our house and out, and that’s because various doors were open all day, to allow the tradies easy access to and fro you see, because we are getting our new ducted heater installed…

It’s all for a GOOD CAUSE. I told myself that repeatedly, and as I got frostbite in my toes and fingertips (practically) I reminded myself there was hours to go before we had all-inclusive, top-notch, reliable and equal-heated goodness in our house.

And then our gas guy came over to me at 4:30pm and told me he couldn’t finish the big job today – he’d be back tomorrow morning.

Sigh. And on such a cold day/night. Brrrr.

A scalding hot shower, was the only thing that could help. I did, and IT did.

I have to say, that I am counting on writing a very excited new ducted heater post tomorrow, or else gas heads will roll…

But ahhh, scalding hot water. I am a Leo, so I like to be burned… Bliss.

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#493 Emerging light of the shortest day

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Does that picture look like something from a science fiction movie?

In fact, I took the above photo on my way in to work this morning. I had to capture something to mark this most exciting of days, and when I saw the image before me, the soft mist turning the horizon into a hazy dream, boats still and sleeping in the foreground, while behind the tall buildings and bright red lights of civilisation, there shone something more.

Something grand.

Something promising.

Something, to HOPE for.

Because today is the shortest day of the year. From now on out, the daylight in each day can only grow incrementally, and with that increase, comes the prospect of brilliant sunshine-y times ahead.

I know we are only 21 days into Winter. However, a glass half-full sunshine loving Leo as myself needs something to look forward to, and the shortest day of the year during Winter, is about the most exciting thing to happen today.

Exciting, and gratifying.

And so it helps, it fell on a day that ended up turning rainy, grey and miserable.

But that’s ok. Because the only way is up.

#395 Her Rock Star exit

We had been saying we were going to go home for over an hour. Of course, something would happen to prolong the stay.

A great song.

Cake.

Deep conversation.

Even dancing.

It kept getting put off, ’til finally, there was no more avoiding it.

“Baby girl, we’re going home.”

“No!” was her definitive reply, time and time again. First she cuddled up under a throw on the couch, watching TV. Then she asked for cake. Then she ran outside and into the makeshift dancefloor, to rip out some moves on what was the night of my cousin’s birthday get-together. A small gathering, but full of big vibes, nonetheless.

We knew we had to bite the bullet. We had to go home, and the longer we left it, the harder it would become to get her to comply.

Hubbie headed out into the yard amongst the throng of people, and grabbed a hold of baby girl, holding her high above his shoulders.

“Bye!” I prompted. “Say bye baby girl!”

And just like that, all the hands at the party flew up in the air waving to her, a chorus of byes echoing out, amidst the laughter and music of the party, and baby girl happily laughed and waved back. She could have been carried by the sea of hands back into the house, rather than up on Daddy’s arms, it was that scenic.

It was the only way for an attention-seeker such as herself to leave the party -with ALL eyes on her. However, because she was the only one of her generation there tonight, it really was all about her.

And I realised, that with my amazing and loving circle of extended family, they ALWAYS do so much to make baby girl happy, and make it about her. Their own kids are older now, but they treat baby girl with the love and light and fun that they did with their own.

They treat her like a rock star, not just when it comes to goodbyes, but ALL the time.

And that’s pretty spesh. That’s pretty awesome for our party girl 🙂

#338 Taking a break

I’m fortunate enough to be able to work alongside some pretty cool views. It’s not often that I am able to appreciate them though.

You know, ‘work’ and all.

You know, temperamental Melbourne weather and all.

Which makes the converging of Summer, and holidays, all the more exciting. Warm and comfortable days, relaxing walks due to not-so-pressing work matters, makes for some… ahhh moments.

While heading out to grab a coffee at work today, I was on my own and without any of my fellow work colleagues/coffee lovers, so I took a longer than normal break to just, you know.

Sip coffee and watch.

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Breathe in.

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Observe the glistening water.

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And ponder that while I’m at work, I’m by the water.

And when I’m at home, I’m also, by the water.

And yet I’m a Lion that loves to bathe in the sunshine.

Always the contradiction.

It was a small, yet tranquil moment, and I took it in while it lasted. Then back to the office I went with my Blended Beard firmly in hand.

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It’s all about the small things. It always is. Because they add up to the greater whole.

#39 Impending Darkness

This is a really, truly, left-of-centre one for me. I crave long days and warm nights, glaring horizons with birds sitting prettily on fences absorbing the most picturesque of days. But in recent years, I’ve grown to appreciate the colder months, the shorter days, becoming grateful for that momentary intermission from constantly being out, on the go, and doing something ALWAYS.

Don’t get me wrong: I will always love the sun. Like the planet I am born under, and the animal designated to my sign, it will always be the warmth. Always. But today, as the clocks moved back signalling the end of the man-made Daylight Savings Time, meaning the light faded much earlier this evening, until it will recess further up to that short day in June, well, I almost welcomed it. It’s nice to be busy and social, but busy is busy, and in the shorter days of the coldest months, I revel in being able to sit at home and hibernate like a bear, drinking coffee/tea/coffee, eating bikkies, wrapped in multiple layers of clothing and blankets, heater blaring, doing nothing but…

Well writing, of course.

Wait a minute. I am a Mum. Once more –

I revel in being able to sit at home and hibernate like a bear, drinking coffee/tea/coffee, eating bikkies, wrapped in multiple layers of clothing and blankets, heater blaring, doing nothing but…

thinking of how well I could write at that moment if I wasn’t entertaining a two-year old.

And I wouldn’t change a thing. 🙂