You know, usually I am bracing for winter for days and days on end, waiting for that inevitable day when I change the page of the calendar and have the coldest season staring back at me.
I mean, it shouldn’t come as a surprise… our fair city of Melbourne gives us plenty of previews WAY before June rolls around… 😏
But, I’m trying to embrace all the seasons this year. I am trying to find all the reasons why I love them.
Yes, there I said it. LOVE.
Or maybe, a little bit of like. Baby steps.
Baby girl told me the other day that she’s looking forward to toasting marshmallows (we’ve never done that, guess we’re gonna have to start!) watching movies more and cuddling up on the couch.
And I keep forgetting that Winter still brings the sun too. Like today. Yeah I know, if we’re going off my ol’ Melbourne climate guide (I wrote that up when I started blogging, and it’s more accurate than the Melbourne weather forecast ever was and still is) this early June summer is totally normal, and designed to give us a false sense of security.
But although it is colder, the sun still comes out.
Listen to that metaphor.
Even though it’s colder, the sun still comes.
We are day 2 into Winter, and honestly we should be more afraid of corona and lockdowns, then we should the cold.
I am ALL for Winter this year. Give me my freedom, and I will paint the town red, 30 degrees, or 3.
So much courage today! It abounded from every member of our household…
Our Mister F was brave at the vet. He had a full service, poor thing, and had tablets rammed down his throat, needles and treatments applied, tests done, and he was brave as. Not even a flinch.
Hubbie was brave, and showed us when he came home for lunch… he had cut his thumb. Ouch. I mean, there were band-aids covering it, but the blood had seeped through the bandages and was running down his hand, clearly visible through the clear glove he was wearing, ugh. It was not a pretty sight.
But being a butcher, these kinds of nicks and cuts become part and parcel. Unfortunately.
He was brave, changed the coverings and soldiered on.
Baby girl was brave at the shops firstly… we got her some new earrings because she lost one of hers at school the other day. The lady kindly offered to put them in for her, and even though she was freaking out, because her ear piercing holes were obviously starting to slightly close up after a few earring-free days, she let the lady do it and she was BRAVE.
Then at home, she had a wobbly tooth. It was bugging her and really stressing her out, and I just kept telling her… “give it a little nudge, it’ll come out. Be brave, like Mister F.”
And she got it out! Her first assisted tooth-pull, lol.
The end of the day she was brave once more, when she pulled a big bandage off her elbow, from a week-old wound. I told her it had to breathe, she had to get it off, but it was that super heavy-duty sticky adhesive, and took a lot of water, soap and pulling to get it off… but she got the bandage off all by herself.
Bravery again! Remember, they might be little things for you and me, but for her these were huge.
These were massive milestones.
Wait… what about…
Our bird, orange-cheeks?
Yeah, did you hear that storm last night fellow Melburnians? I didn’t because I was fast asleep according to Hubbie, but he swore he thought our bird’s cage would blow away into the heavens last night, so crazy was the wind and weather.
So orange-cheeks too, was brave.
Me? Was I brave today?
I’ve been brave for months now guys. I wake up, I get on with it, and I breathe through it all.
We’re inspiring each other in this household folks.
I’ve been listening to Bryan Adams suddenly, out of nowhere, and I can’t stop.
Maybe it’s the weather. The warmth has dissipated, leaving in its wake cold, windy, grey days.
Things feel slower. Sleepier. I feel like chilling, playing love songs on repeat.
Which is kinda what I’ve been doing. 😉
To be honest, it’s not quite all of a sudden. It all started after I was listening to one of my favourite songs “O Sole Mio” last week. And then when I looked it up on YouTube, I came upon the most weirdest of versions.
It was a duet, featuring Pavarotti… and Bryan Adams.
BRYAN ADAMS? I couldn’t believe the caption, until I watched it and listened to it with my own ears.
Now, at first, I was very slightly offended. Was this a joke? I have no problems with Bryan Adams at all. I think he’s great.
But, this song was made for the operatic tone. We don’t need no husky, raspy voices here. Bryan Adams, you may not apply for this job. And yet there he was. Singing alongside this famous Italian, the Pav looking at him all amused, perhaps like it was some kind of joke, or dare, or perhaps more realistically, a TV special or charity show?
In fact it was neither. Rather it was for Pavarotti’s 59th birthday in Modena, Italy, and he surely thought he’d get a kick out of it or something. Look it up, and see his deeply amused smile as he watches Bryan attempt this song designed only for a tenor. Just watch.
And then, something happened. After I got used to the wildly different voice and version, his voice started repeating in my head.
BRYAN ADAMS STARTED REPEATING IN MY HEAD.
I could hear the strain, even and mesaured, but not deep, as he sang “Ma n’atu sole cchiù bello, oi ne'”
(Otherwise known as line five)
I was actually starting to like it.
And with that… his other songs started repeating in my head.
Because of that, I’ve been playing various renditions and versions of his songs…
Summer of ’69.
Let’s Make a Night to Remember.
Please Forgive Me.
And last, but definitely not least, and most certainly my favourite song of his of ALL TIME:
Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?
(With special subtitles :))
I have loved this song since it came out when I was a young teen. I LOVE IT. And the love just keeps on growing in our household, because every time Hubbie comes home from work, he hears this guy…
Oh God. All my reasons why I love living by the beach are pretty much the same, with like, two or three very minor differences.
Convenience again, rears its head. Well of course. It is the super convenient to live by the beach, because of the proximity, right?
Today Hubbie and I had a day off, and we decided given the fact that Summer appears to disappear on weekends lately (only reappearing during the working week, have you noticed?) any family time beach visits on let’s say a Sunday, have been pretty impossible.
But when you’ve had the day off, and you live by the beach, well…
We put on our beach gear under our clothes, and waited for baby girl to run up to us after school and work it out herself.
We weren’t even at the car when she realised WHERE we were going.
Yep. Straight to the beach. No home stop here… it breaks the flow. I bring her swimwear, change her in the car park, towels, sunscreen and snacks and water bottles are brought along… and that is MORE than enough.
We ended up staying for longer than we thought we would, when surprisingly baby girl’s school friend turned up…
And then MORE shenanigans ensued.
The water was perfect… the air was still… the sun was shining…
We don’t have to wait until the weekend for the beach. In Melbourne, we aren’t granted with that luxury. Summer comes, and Summer goes, even within the month of Summer.
So making the most of it when we can, mid-week, after school… I just love it. 💖💖🏖🏖