#1426 The city trip

We easily could have had a crap day.

We had a few difficult starts that could have turned us sour.

Like the train station parking.

There wasn’t any.

As it was we couldn’t take our regular line into the city because there were replacement buses at certain stops…

And if you have ever had to take a replacement bus in, you will understand why we never ever want to take a replacement bus EVER AGAIN.

So we tried to jump on another train line.

But every car park was full.

We were on holiday time… but the rest of the world was not.

It was a Friday you see. Business hours applied.

We went to one station, couldn’t find parking, before driving up to the next one trying to get lucky.

We did this at three stations before I said “let’s just drive in.”

I remembered the car park I’d gone to with baby girl when we had our Andy show for the last school holidays.

And we just happened to take the scenic route there.

Boy did it bring back memories.

We were driving along Beach Rd in St Kilda, and I was looking at the palm trees, at the houses facing the water…

AND IT HIT ME.

I remembered going there with Hubbie way before baby girl was around, and how we’d look up at the houses and admire them saying “imagine living here by the beach? Imagine that?”

Well we didn’t live by that beach, but now we lived close to a beach.

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All of a sudden our unplanned drive in was becoming a whole lot more.

We arrived at our car parking destination about 2 hours from when we set off. All the pausing and going from one station to the next and then looking for parking had taken ages.

We could have been cranky. We could have been pissed. Instead we stepped out of the old building, so known to us, and went ‘ahhh’ as the humidity of the day hit us and we spied THAT familiar street.

Lygon street. Our old stomping ground.

Oh wow. We were walking and telling baby girl everything. “Mummy and Daddy used to come here all the time… we used to go there… then we would go there… we’ve been there… look that’s changed!”

It was amazing as all the feelings came flooding back. It was a place that at one time in our life we frequented like twice a week… then it changed to once. LOL. We went there so much the trip there was permanently engrained in our minds. The twists and turns of the street, the best parking spots, and who did the best pasta and steak.

(Not necessarily from the pricey side, and if you know Lygon street you know which side of the street that is 😉 )

We stopped to eat lunch at a place we had before, and looking up and down at the greenery on either side of us, I grew misty-eyed.

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I had a revelation.

I even said it aloud: “I could see myself living here.”

Hubbe was shocked. It was a big thing for me to say that. Me, SmikG, so rapt with the beachside that I couldn’t imagine anywhere else.

I clarified… “I love where we live… but one day, maybe in 20 years, I could imagine living here.”

The memories. Oh the MEMORIES! Even sitting at that table, I was reminded that we had sat at that very café and at that very table and had a coffee, right before going on a little trip together pre-baby girl… I reminded Hubbie and he said “Yes, I remember!”

“Where were we going again?”

After throwing out some names which weren’t right, he said it was at a spot on the Peninsula.

FACE PALM. Where we live NOW.

The symmetry was freaking me out.

Lygon Street made me feel right at home. From the bear-shaped pizza for baby girl and the handmade gnocchi for me that melted in my mouth, I was in heaven. I’ve always said I was Italian in another life. I am more than confident of it after today.

We shared a coffee after our tram trek into the city-centre, where I had the most delicious and iconic Melbourne themed chocolate…

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Before we went to where we had planned to all along.

A children’s theatre show.

It was Room on the Broom, a production based off the iconic Australian children’s book. It was a present to baby girl for Christmas after we saw how enthralled in the book she was last year… and so that was the point of our whole trek in.

We did so much before that to get there, and it had been an adventure.

The show in itself was another great adventure.

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But then like so many times before, shit hit the fan.

Baby girl wanted merchandise. A tiny $40 stuffed toy witch, or a $25 stuffed toy cat.

I shouldn’t even mention the money. The money doesn’t matter. It was the principle.

She has LOADS of stuffed toys. Do you think she plays with them?

Noooooooooooooooooooooo.

She started the hysterics. The tantrum built. Cries and shrieks. “No I want it!” Stamping of the foot. It is almost hilarious if it ISN’T happening to you.

We’d done so much to get there. Spent so much. Travelled so far.

And now THIS.

I looked outside the open doors as she cried behind us. People crowded through the foyer, some looking over and others dealing with their own demanding brood.

I could see it – gone was the humidity that had enveloped me during my delicious Pomodoro gnocchi as I sweated it out at 1pm…

Because now at 4pm, it was windy and raining and people were getting drenched outside.

I put my foot down figuratively, told her “NO!” and stomped outside.

And instead of –

“But how the witch wailed

And how the cat spat

When the wind blew so widely

It blew off the hat.” – 

It was –

“How baby girl wailed 

And how her Mum spat

As the wind blew so widely

and her Mum yelled ‘that’s that!'”

LOL.

She cried as we pulled her along through the rain, pelting down on us as we ran towards our tram stop.

“You don’t need another stuffed toy!”

“Yes I do!”

“No you don’t!”

“Yes I do!”

“No you don’t!”

And as we ran, our feet sploshing through puddles and water sinking through our sandals, our arguing turned into banter, and the water on her face was suddenly from the rain, not her tears, as baby girl started to laugh.

“Yes I do!”

We got some much appreciated shelter from a woman holding an umbrella as we waited to cross the road, and within moments, all was well again.

The wild weather could have thrown us off.

The tantrum, the crying and yelling could have put us in a real sour mood.

But it didn’t.

And all of a sudden, we were full circle in our feelings again. 🙂

It was one of those weird days where it was a little bit of everything, but mostly a lot of fun and crazy.

We didn’t let anything unexpected throw us off our main task of having fun, whether it was a long drive, no parking, wild weather or a demanding 6 year old…

Our task was to make memories, with the added bonus of reminiscing past memories.

It was a happy day. ♥

 

 

 

 

#1341 Ham, sweet corn and pumpkin frittata

Do you go through stages where everything in your life goes a bit haywire, and the simple things you used to take pleasure in fall to the wayside?

Well I’ve been so gung-ho on the writing, that I have forgotten to make time for those little things that I enjoy, that fill me up and give me a sense of happiness in my day-to-day.

One of those things are cooking. For AGES now I have just been falling back on the same old dishes for every dinner night… because thinking of what to eat can be exhausting. I have been relying on my usual of steamed vegies and salad, with the varying components being a different meat and carb component every night.

Ugh.

With ‘new’ cooking, you have to find the recipe, get the ingredients, and hope to God the taste correlates to the time you spent making it.

Yet I still love it. ❤

I reminded myself of this fact recently, and when faced with a pumpkin that Hubbie didn’t want to eat (I think it was a Jarrahdale and it had a bland taste) I had to find a new way to use it up.

Insert… the pumpkin frittata recipe!

Now I didn’t have to go far to find this recipe. I don’t have the best organisation in keeping recipes, since at the moment I have nearly all my recipes in the coffee table drawer. I just have to sift until I find something worthy of my cooking time!

I liked this recipe, because prepping the ingredients was pretty easy (as they were nornal and accessible), the smell as it cooked was warming and delicious, especially on such a cold Spring day as today… and then the dish itself is so versatile, as you can eat it as a side for dinner, or for lunch, like I did.

And the major plus? I have so much left over. This will be my lunchtime meal for days.

Which means I have MORE time to write.

Winning 😉

#1334 The write quote

I was leafing through a writing book while at the library with baby girl today.

We’d had our obligatory coffee/babycino hit, and she had gone off to, I later found out, find up to 10 dvds to borrow, while I just kept on leafing.

I was looking at something to grab my attention, and then something DID.

A quote at the top of the page. Regarding rejection:

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“As the inventor Thomas Edison said, ‘Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.’ So, don’t give up too early. In fact, don’t give up at all. You may just be about to succeed.”

At a time when I’m deeply evaluating and questioning so much, in regards to writing  and other parts of my life, this quote literally jumped out at me, from the most random yet perfect of pages.

So I closed it. And then I took it home. ❤✍📖

#1331 Dinner time rules

“There’s some new rules for dinner time,” Hubbie said as we started to eat.

“Yes!” I cried a bit too enthusiastically, looking over at our squirming baby girl. “Tell her.”

I had no idea what it was but I had a feeling we were on the same page.

“There is no more leaving the table when we eat,” he started. “It’s a new game.”

“And,” I added spontaneously, “you lose points. We all start with 5 points. If you leave the table you lose a point. The one with the most points at the end wins.”

We also decided that the only reason to get up and not lose a point was a toilet break. But otherwise, even if you went to get tomato sauce or grab some more water…

BOW BOM.

Down 1 point.

Baby girl sat still for a while… until she decided her rules were better. Her rules meant that she started with a billion points.

🤨 Right.

We kept telling her she was wrong, and she kept telling us she was right. Soon though, Hubbie added the clause… that if she sat still long enough and finished her meal (she had now lost ALL her points) well the more she ate, the more she would regain, until she got to 5 points again.

She ate her meal and got her 5 points back… and then asked for an extra point.

And shock horror… Hubbie gave it to her. Meanwhile I was playing TOUGH.

“No fair!” I yelled. “I sat here the whole time without getting up and I didn’t get bonus points.”

Well the weasler that she is, she weasled more points out of him until she had 9 in total.

“Crap,” I told them as I left the room to clean up. ‘This thing is rigged. Clearly you know someone.”

Baby girl took great joy in making fun of me. And I stirred them up as I argued my case while smiling at the same time. I was in the laundry and she was mocking me, telling me how she had 9 points, while I shot back that she had left crumbs under her chair… so she should LOSE ALL her points!

“No!” she yelled back at me. “It’s Tato’s rules.”

I called her over. “Baby girl come here…” she walked over and I whispered something in her ear. She giggled and walked back into the kitchen, where she said “Tato, Mummy says your rules are shit.”

I roared with laughter. Man it felt good to have my child ague back for me, lol. And the only reason why I said it at all, and she got away with it, is she knows we would kill her for saying such a phrase out loud, in the outside world… but only in those few walls.

Only because Hubbie rigged the game.

Ahh, life. What funny family moment has had you cacking up with laughter?

#1306 My Writing Zone

I find myself there often at the moment.

In the zone. The writing zone.

With so much of life’s busy-ness out of the way (a misnomer for sure, as life is always busy, I just feel like a lot of stuff that was holding me up has moved away for the time being) I am dedicating more and more of my time to writing.

Novel writing. Journal writing. Course writing. Blog writing.

Writing writing writing.

I am trying to keep myself focused. Hubbie brought it to my attention a couple weeks ago that I tend to get restless and move away from that which I have set my sights on… instead of staying with it and being patient, no matter what IT is, I tend to get side-tracked and start looking at other things to do, other things to busy myself.

I am trying to look at the bigger picture. The bigger novel picture.

I am enjoying my days. Sure a portion of it is spent in front of my computer. Sure I make myself sit and write and edit and learn, even if it’s sunny out and it hasn’t been that way for so long (I make up my inside time by going out later and doing something like, I don’t know, weeding?). 😉

Even when I step away from the story, it is in my head. I am going through it, dissecting this, dissecting that. Getting ideas for other novels, and so on. My creative juices and excitement for it are at an all-time high, and I am loving it.

I AM LOVING IT.

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Photo by Green Chameleon on Unsplash

 

#1292 A catch-up with an old friend

Do you have one of those friends? You meet up with them once a year perhaps, or as was my case today…

CRAP. I can’t remember. The last time I saw my old media work friend was years and years ago.

I have a couple of friends like this. I think the older we get the busier we get. Whether there are kids involved or not, partners involved or not, and careers we are pursuing or just working a simple 9-5… things get more complicated and involved as the years go by.

Before we know it, 3 years have passed and we are scratching our heads going “where did the time pass?”

Sometimes it is timing. Timing to get your shit together and make the effort… and then there is timing.

Like the kind where you catch up quite easily and quickly, and then realise that you are both on the same fork-in-the-road life path and are going through pretty similar things.

Timing. Symmetry. Old friends who you get onto old subjects with quickly. As much as I sometimes think it is us not getting our act together when it comes to seeing these people around us, after the signs and symmetry of the day, I can’t help but wonder whether this is all orchestrated by life, and we are merely puppets in its Universal play…

And that is how timing comes in. “That’s happening to me too!”

Coin-chi-denche?

Whatever the reason, I think we need to see all of our friends MORE.