#2020 I love Main street, and let me count the ways… no. 5

The savior of this lockdown number 6 for us will be, coffee, cake, and walks.

I felt like a semi-trailer rammed itself into my head today. All of a sudden after breakfast, bang.

I felt flatter than a pancake.

The feeling of sadness just overwhelmed me. All that talk yesterday about taking a path less travelled to feel better?

Well I had no motivation to get up at all, much less follow a different route.

The day was grey. I am 100% certain that there won’t be any lessening of restrictions next week, which leaves me to ponder, how much longer can we live like this? How much longer can we take?

Then there is the book I’m reading. Without too many spoilers (I will post a review in due time) I am charging through it, both because I really want to know what the big horrible secret is, but also because I can guess at it and it’s so traumatising that I must finish it quickly.

All of this was really messing with my head, truly.

After lunch, feeling some mojo start to come back, I insisted on leaving the house.

Baby girl and I walked the Main Street, where she had ice cream, and I got a big cappuccino and cookie.

And we just walked. There was nowhere to go, no shops we could enter. We bumped into her school friend, and it was SO NICE to see someone we knew. I started a full on conversation with a man as we were waiting for our coffees, so strong is my desire to connect and talk to people, even if I’ve never met them before.

He responded happily. He is feeling it too. We all are.

The house is wearing me down. It’s my solitude at night, but during the day, I can’t take it.

I need to get out.

The gentleman I spoke to told me his daily ritual, and I have to say, he’s got it spot on. We gotta do what we gotta do, even if it costs money, even if it puts kg on our bodies, even if we get super cold…

But he’s been getting a coffee in the afternoon, a cake, and then heading down to the local beach (also our local beach) to watch the seagulls.

Huh. There you go. A pretty cool ritual if you ask me, seagulls and all.

My kinda different path today, led me to a different person… that makes me think I must speak to strangers more. 💖

#2006 The wind of change

I like reading up on my horoscope. And though I take it all with a grain of salt, when my monthly one said that the first half of the Leo month would be, frankly put, CRAP, well I started to see it everywhere.

And hey, don’t blame me, it’s not Leo month’s fault! It’s all in the planets, and their alignment. 🌙☀

It’s THEIR fault. 🤣

But just as the horoscope promised, the second half of the Leo season would end on a super sweet note.

I think the winds of change are already here.

I had a full on start to the day with work, and having planned a park date with baby girl, as soon as I was finished we ran out the door, got some takeaway coffee and babycino, some sweets, and started walking to the beach end of Main Street.

But, other than the pleasant, still, sunny air… another surprise.

Someone had paid the coffee forward. Free drinks for us. 💖

The park was beautiful, and it was so evident the atmospheric change. Unlike other Wintry days, there was barely any wind to be felt.

Interesting too, that 5 years ago on this day, we took a leap of faith, into our own wind of change.

We purchased our house exactly 5 years ago!

So much change. Sea change, the wind has changed leaving Winter slowly bidding a goodbye, and the Leo season seems to be changing for the better too.

I for one am totally up for it.

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#2003 Getting out when it’s hard

This happened last year in lockdown as well.

I went from days when I was all “I am managing, I am surviving, hell I am even a tiny bit killing this ‘work-from-home, home-schooling, balancing all of life while remaining optimistic, hopeful and grateful for the little things in life’ thing.”

And then just as quickly a day would come when I was all ‘I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING SUCKS.’

Well that was me today. All of the above.

I’ve been sick, so I of course I woke countless times with blocked nose, runny nose, I was hot, and I just kept tossing and turning, tossing and turning, tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

Then there was the neighbour’s dog. God help me this dog. I have no problems with dogs. I have problems with dogs that do not stop barking EVER. This dog has a routine, which makes me think it’s owner has one where they leave the house for exactly the same time every day… the dog will start barking sometime after 8:30am, and will go on for at least 2 hours, uninterrupted.

UNINTERRUPTED.

When I’m up early and taking baby girl to school, well it’s still noise pollution let’s be frank, but it doesn’t affect my time in the house so much.

This morning though, after a sleepless night, and then finally falling asleep, only to then be woken by said annoying dog?

OMG.

And it stopped, of course, with 10 minutes to spare before I had to wake up and get baby girl ready for a school zoom call. 🤦‍♀️

I woke cranky, tired. My nose alternating between blocked and runny. I saw there were 20 new covid cases today. That made me especially sad, thinking of another lockdown birthday.

Everything was sad, everything was bad. Sad, bad, sad, bad.

But after lunch, I decided I had to snap out of it.

Baby girl and I headed down to the Main Street to grab a takeaway coffee and babycino, some treats, and then walked on down to the park.

It was a tiny bit sunny, mostly blowy, but man that wind knocked some sense into me, you know, ruffled me up and wisened me up in the best way.

Guys, if you’re feeling low, don’t be hard on yourself. This time of our lives is like nothing we have ever experienced, and honestly, just give yourself a change of scenery. Go outside. Take a walk, rug up in a jacket, and breathe.

Something as truly simple as that, might be the key to help you get by, another moment, of another day…

And on and on and on, ’til we come out the other end. 💪

#1997 Wednesdays with Hubbie no. 3

Sometimes you CAN have too much of a good thing.

After dropping off baby girl at school this morning, we headed on down to Main Street for our Wednesday morning ritual.

Coffee.

But we weren’t at all disappointed when we got to our fave, and found that on this rainy and cold day, all the indoor tables were taken.

You see, we felt like we needed a break.

Yeah, from our fave local brunch place! I know.

So down the road we went, to another great cafe…

And sure, the coffee, and the brunch were also yummy as.

BUT…

I think we’ll be going back to our usual spot next week. 🤣

One week off was enough. 😉

#1965 Afternoon ‘yes’ time

It’s been a week of school holidays and I haven’t had much of a chance to do anything for baby girl.

With her. Today, despite, the cold, wind, rain, and 10 degree day temperature, we headed OUT.

You know, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Winter won’t stop me no more. As long as I have my freedom…

… and there’s no lockdowns, I’ll throw on a beanie and a jacket, thank you very much, and LIVE MY LIFE.

Which is what we did.

We kind of just wandered in and out of shops on the Main Street. I snapped a beautiful shot of her reading on the floor of our local bookstore…

And then we headed to get, what else at 3pm?

Yes, that’s right. Babycino and coffee. ☕🥛

But when she spied the pancakes on the kids menu, instead of her usual cookie, I turned into ‘YES’ Mum.

She was sooo rapt.

We had a beautiful afternoon, and nothing pleases me more than seeing her excited and happy face.

Even this $4.50 purchase at the cheap shop, as I like to call it, well it’s kept her busy all night, but lo and behold she got all the little hoops on the bars, a few times already. Parents, you will understand this. 😂

I hope we can have a lot more fun, excited and ‘yes’ moments in the next week too. 💖💖

#1853 Coffee time with my girl no. 4

Before all the busy-ness of the day, baby girl and I had our cafe moment this morning on the main street.

You know what made me laugh? As I went to snap our drinks, in the background, I caught her doing this…

Deeply inhaling her babycino.

“Ahhh,” she said.

It cracked me up. 🤣

Kids! 🤷‍♀️

#1816 Sweet sugo

Do you think it’s too much to ask that a cafe stays open ’til past 4pm on a weekday?

Is it? I mean I don’t live in a regional town, and our main street is peppered ALL OVER with cafes… and yet finding one to fulfil my caffeine craving so late in the day, seemed almost impossible today.

First world problems, I know. It might seem awfully petty to be concerned with these little nuisances, especially on a day like today when I went to a funeral…

You’d think I wouldn’t worry about things like that.

But we all deal with life and death in different ways, right? And there’s nothing like the reminder of the end of life, to make us really funny and fussy about all the things that we choose to do before that…

I had driven for a lot of the day. It was hot. Still, not feeling the best. I had eaten lunch in the car, picked up baby girl from school, and then we’d gone to exchange a Smiggles drink bottle she got for Christmas that had a faulty part.

I just wanted to sit down and have a coffee. It didn’t seem too much to ask. I wanted to sit down with my daughter, on what was a tiring day, and just stop for a few minutes.

The first cafe was doing takeaway only… damn you recurrent restrictions.

The second cafe was closing.

The third cafe was already closed.

The fourth cafe was also… closing.

I walked away, gritted teeth, cursing the fact that there were cafes galore but none apparently taking customers.

Finally. We went to our last option in that block – Sugo.

It’s weird that we’ve never actually drank or eaten at this place. There’s nothing wrong with it, it looks really nice… but we’ve never even thought to sit down there…

Too many options elsewhere.

Anyway, they were OPEN!

Baby girl and I sat down for our late afternoon coffee break, sharing a cookie, happy that we had gotten our small happy ending.

It isn’t the be all and end all, and it isn’t life or death, certainly… but it’s what we do in the space between the beginning and end of life that matters.

And if you want to have your coffee and sit down with it, well damn it so you should be able to.

We’ve only got one life.

🙏

#1762 It’s my cherry pie

Mmm mmm.

I haven’t had this cherry pie, like ALL YEAR.

And with the year we’ve had, you know that’s no exaggeration.

I walked into the renovated cafe off the main street this morning. I haven’t had anything there since, well, note the above (ALL YEAR).

But back when I ventured through its doors the cafe was poky, but had charm.

And it had a massive cherry pie through the display case, just beaming up at me.

😍🍒🥧

Today when I walked through, the cafe was open and airy.

No pokes anymore.

I looked through their new display case.

And found a smaller cherry pie.

They weren’t cutting slices anymore. Now, they were individual serves.

Oh. So. Pretty.

Still as delightful. Still as delicious.

And luckily for me, still the same cherry pie.

#1755 Ice cream and elves

It’s been a long week/month/year/covid hasn’t it?

🤣🤣

Baby girl has pulled the “I don’t wanna go to school routine” on a regular occasion for the last two weeks.

She ONLY has two weeks left.

So today when she finished school, on this bright, still and sunny Friday, where I had also finished work, I picked her up and said “I have a surprise for you…”

And nothing says surprise better than ice cream.

She was rapt. I grabbed a coffee, she her rainbow cup of joy, and we wandered up and down the Main street, transformed into a pedestrian-only zone over summer so to give businesses the best chance ever at reclaiming back all that they’ve lost during covid, with extended outdoor seating space… on the road.

We wandered here, we wandered there. Everything and everywhere at whim. Things are easy when you’re slurping ice cream/sipping coffee.

So, guess what we are now the proud owners of?

OMG, I can’t… I just can’t believe it.

This guy.

Yep. We got a bloody elf on the shelf.

I never thought I’d get one of these. When I first heard of him, it felt like an anti-Christmas sentiment. Being naughty? Playing tricks? What kind of good role model was that for the kids? Weren’t they meant to be nice? How did he tie into the giving and charity of Christmas?

Then I spoke to a friend who said they didn’t have to be ALL naughty. And baby girl came home repeatedly saying she wanted one, because of course half her class has one.

And then I went stuff it.

He looks like a dipshit, sure. Something about his grin just bugs me, rubs me up the wrong way.

But we already know, he is a good elf. Sure, he is a bit cray cray at times (much like the youngest member of our family!) but generally, means well.

Baby girl thinks he’s gonna draw on our faces tonight. I told her hell no, he’s going in the bin if that happens!

I think tonight, I mean I just have an inkling… I think he might end up in the Christmas tree… just you know, climbing and stuff.

Simple like that, adventuring.

LOL. I think I can have A LOT of fun with this actually.

🤣💖🎄😜