#1010 Watching the rain

I’ve mentioned many times that I love the warmth. However I also, LOVE the rain.

The two are obviously starkly different, and yet I hold both so dear to me, as they provide me with a different kind of appreciation and comfort, and fill me with great happiness and fulfilment…

Even though they are sooo different.

Today, it RAINED.

Have you ever stopped to just watch the rain falling? It is the most therapeutic of things to witness. I called baby girl upstairs today where we sat at the floor near the bedroom window, and just watched the skies open up.

I was there with her when a sharp strike of lightning interrupted the dreary sky and then moments later some vicious thunder followed, which made her run around the corner, cower and begin to cry.

I talked her out of her fear, explaining it was just the sky, we were safe inside, and there was nothing to be afraid of, even though it did sound pretty scary. And no, it wasn’t a ghost (her go-to thought for every scary thing!)

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We sat and talked, observed, and it was the most beautiful of moments. Amidst the grey, wet sky.

Try it next time it rains. See what thoughts come into your mind. See how you feel afterwards. ♥

#996 Public holiday cleaning

I love this quote:

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I always have, maybe because it speaks to me so personally. I am not saying my house is filth, but I don’t stress out about cleaning. I don’t work out my days according to it. It’s dust here, mop there (now mopping I do get excited about now!) and rather, I fit cleaning in and around my schedule, rather than me fitting my life around cleaning.

I figure, I have better things to do. Things will always get done, and in the end, who the hell cares? Like really, do I primarily want to be known on this earth, for how freaking well my house was cleaned? If people are entering my house and judging the traces of dust present, well I may just have to judge the traces of stupidity in their heads.

Having said all that… I do appreciate, a good, deep clean.

Every so often it happens, and it’s like “get out of my way people! I am on a mission!”

And let’s face it… there’s no greater motivator than knowing there will be 40ish people in your house on the weekend.

:/

And so, on this Melbourne Cup public holiday, I got cracking. Well, we did. After Hubbie got home from work earlier today, we both set to it…

While others were walking through the rain for the horses, still others were on their couches, others at parks, and maybe others more so at the pub, Hubbie was whipper-snippering and then mowing our huge expanse of grass (and you only realise how big it is when you go to tend to it) while I did all manner of jobs inside the house.

We felt accomplished, and good. We still have a long while yet. But I know when we are done I will happily take in ALL the people 🙂

 

#948 Rainbow on the road

My gratitude today comes from the sights I witnessed while driving home from work.

A rainbow that you drive underneath as rain trickles down, is sure to bring a smile to your face.

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And then as I got home, I actually couldn’t resist this:

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I know, I know. Another sunset? But you see, it was all the more sweeter, because I snapped it before I walked in and got the best greeting in the whole wide world.

“Mama’s home!”

She sure is 🙂

#906 Signs and symmetry

Did you have a good day today? Some unexpected positivity come your way?

Well let me enlighten you. It only occurred to me personally as I wrote down the date a short time ago.

The 8th day, of the 8th month, of the year two thousand and…

18.

The Chinese place huge importance on the number 8 and believe it to hold particular luck, with the number itself in Chinese sounding like the word meaning to ‘generate wealth.’

Nothing significant happened to me today, nothing bizarre or wild. But much like the mysterious power of this two circled number, another attribute the Chinese hold as lucky (the number broadens gradually, suggesting prosperity) so too were there a number of small signs and symmetrical circumstances, none of which escaped my all-too-suspicious curious mind.

Like this morning, when we madly rushed out the house to get to a shop where I was going to check out some clothes for my birthday… and despite being there the day before, and knowing it opened at 10am… there was a sign on the door apologising for the late start today of midday instead.

Wow. Well that wasn’t meant to be. I accepted that sign whole-heartedly from the Universe and MOVED ON immediately.

Then later I was speaking to someone who was telling me about signs.

“When things are meant to happen, they will.”

Timing was everything. Not in the sense that we could haphazardly manage it and create it for ourselves – more so that we were immune to any authority over IT, and that when it was ready, it would announce itself, properly.

As I later rushed to my car, the droplets of rain coming down from the hovering dark clouds above turned into a steady pitter-patter that plastered rain-streaked drops all over my clothes as I jumped in.

Within a minute, the heavens opened. Talk about timing.

There it was again. Timing.

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The world blurred.

I have always loved the rain. There is a kind of therapeutic, healing and cleansing quality to the natural sensation.

As I watched poor souls rushing around outside, trying to find cover against the random Melbourne onslaught, I found release, solace and renewed Hope, in the rain that had held off long enough until I was under shelter.

Not that I want to avoid it. We could all do with a good washing from Mother Nature every now and then.

But it was brief, it was brutal, and most of all it was beautiful.

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And then, just minutes after darkness descended, sunlight appeared, and…

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A small rainbow. Well what do you know.

And I was around to see all of that.

Once again… timing.

A perfectly symmetrical day of words and wisdom.

It seems the number 8 holds prosperity and promise in more ways than one…

#790 Rainy day play date

It’s raining. It’s pouring. But unlike the nursery rhyme, the old man ain’t snoring, because he can’t bloody sleep for all of the ravaging and high-pitched wind squeals running around the house.

It was a great day, to stay indoors, yes. That was plainly obvious. You could rug up, put on the heater (first time this year I might add) and just chill on the couch, watch TV shows, play with Lego, you know, all that jazz…

Or.

OR… you could stick a right royal middle finger up to the horrible weather, and say “you won’t keep me down!”

Yes, yes that’s what we did today. We braved the weather with beanies and jackets, and headed on down to meet up with baby girl’s 3rd cousin (yes 3rd, it’s a big family) to the place where I did my first review as part of the local blogger’s group I had then joined… The Hungry Peacock.

Or should I say The Busy Peacock. They ‘busied’ themselves for 45 minutes, going OCD on these swinging bowling bags that could hit pins, balls that sloped down a track, pushing a sequined fabric first in the grain… then against the grain, and also some arts and crafts activities, alongside many many more activities.

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(The highly entertaining ‘swinging bags’)

We rushed to the adjoining cafe through the rain, for some snacks after the fact, and the girls played about some more.

And what I was almost, almost, most grateful for? We received our food and coffee…

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just as the lights went out in the entire café. From the wild storm. I actually didn’t care. I had my coffee. I was good.

To do nothing on a rainy day is so satisfying, hell knows I have done it a hundred times. But to do something, and get out and about, have fun, and still be undercover, even as the lights go out?

There is a certain satisfaction in that. 😉

 

#729 I love Main street, and let me count the ways… no. 3

Today was the first time since our holidays began, that after dropping baby girl off at kinder, Hubbie and I looked at each other and went

“Now what?”

The ‘what’ was to come in the form of Main street. Amidst the grey and drizzling weather, we found our way to a café for some brekkie. It was so quiet in Dr Fox’s, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. It was a Monday morning, the streets outside were still waking up, and in the absence of baby girl, it just felt weird.

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We looked at each other across from the table, both still part asleep. Hubbie was trying desperately hard to blink himself awake, even after downing two lattes… meanwhile I was trying my damn hardest not to die coughing after I swallowed a not so tiny chunk of pepper that was sitting precariously on the spinach of my Veggie Big Breakfast.

By the time we headed outside, the rain had temporarily ceased, and it felt a little milder.

“Now what?”

Down the street we headed, hand in hand, like some love-struck newly hooked up teenage couple who were wrecked from partying out late on the weekend – only we were about 17+ years past that, sans child, tired from trying to cram too much into life and not giving ourselves enough sleep in the process.

We headed into the Mornington Newsagency. Got cards. Read mags.

We headed into Cotton On Kids, thinking of baby girl, and got her a cute dress that would lead her straight through Autumn and all the way to Winter, while Hubbie and I then picked a top each for her for the season ahead – 2 for $25, you see.

Farrell’s bookstore on the corner brought us the Richard Branson biography and a Ned Kelly book. With more purchases in hand we headed further down, stopping to peruse a tiny something for her at the toy shop but deciding then that she had way too much already, before finally I surprisingly scored a $10 stripy cardigan at a second-hand type op/retro shop.

We had gone as far as we could, and then the rain picked up again. Time to go home (and stop spending money).

We had started the morning off quite aimlessly, floating here and then wafting there… and though we try so hard to plan our days and be as productive as possible, we find that we too need some time to just…

FLOAT.

And the shops on offer on Main street made it wonderfully possible for us to do just that today.

♥ number 3 ♥

 

#715 Dancing in the Summer rain

I thought I was hilarious last night, when I considered messaging Hubbie from work, with the quip “I’m considering putting my cardigan on.”

That remark was so hilarious, because I was in air-conditioned coolness, almost too much of it hence the quote, while Hubbie and baby girl were at home, sweat literally dripping down their bodies.

I got home after midnight to a 27 degree night minimum. Not just at our house, the heatwave was State-wide. And upstairs I went, to the bedroom of our double-storey house, to eat ALL my Karma, as I proceeded to have the most restless and muggy sleep ever.

It wasn’t just the heat. It was the possibility that baby girl would wake up again, because she had woken up once with Hubbie, and then with me when I got home, all heat/dehydration related, and then of course there was a HUGE huntsman on the outside flyscreen outside one of the upstairs windows, and even after Hubbie hit it from the inside so it wasn’t staring at us while we slept, I spent the night freaking out over the spider somehow getting inside, and baby girl waking up again.

Like I said, I ate ALL my Karma.

In the morning, a cool change was promised, but there was no sight of it, as I walked around the still-humid house, tired, deprived, exhausted, and slumping around in my sogginess.

So at about midday when I heard a familiar rattling, I interrupted baby girl’s chatter.

“Shh,” I said. “Listen.”

We both went quiet as I heard the all-too familiar sound of increasing rain on the roof.

“It’s raining,” I confirmed with relief. “I’m going outside.”

She followed me silently, perhaps because she couldn’t believe her ears and what I had just said.

But when I stepped out the back door, some of the rain hitting my head, and asked “are you coming?” the pause from her, was all incredulous and excited wonder, rather than stunned hesitation.

She broke into a smile, and followed happily.

We celebrated the rain, and her excitement only increased the longer we were out there, and the more I spoke gratefully for it. We let it fall upon us, not caring for the wet splatters and spots upon our skin and clothes – it was refreshing and cool and necessary.

We then headed out into the front yard for some more cool relief, and she yelled happily as she observed the raindrops everywhere – on the car, the roses, the plants, and the window.

It was a brief and light rain spell, but it did the trick. We were invigorated, alive again like the garden was after such a hot night, and most of all, we were free and one with nature. Only the best way to be.

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