#1295 Sunday surprises

It’s a lot nicer when you don’t expect anything, and then the opposite occurs.

Something. We were happily bound to our home for the day, Sunday, the first day of Spring (yippee!) and also, Father’s Day.

Baby girl had happily helped her Dad open up his presents after our late morning breakfast, still on a high from the night before yet feeling the lack of sleep, when I got word, that our quiet day might be different.

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I had seen my Dad at my bro-in-law’s birthday the night before after all… I had seen my whole family.Β 

But then I heard my Mum and Dad were going to my sister’s place for a quick visit, and so then we might as well pop on by…

And what started as a very non-expectant day, had us around a table talking, laughing, and then watching the rain pour down later when the clouds decided to merge overhead.

It didn’t affect the sunset though. Just as I had been longing for Winter to be over, just as quickly it came to an end… and this seems to happen every year. June, July and the start of August feel so long, then mine and baby girl’s birthday passes and it no time – BANG!

Spring. Sunshine. Sunsets like this:

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And so the message really is… don’t expect anything. Things are that much sweeter when you think of not much at all…

#1284 Lucky 7

As I drove into work on the dreaded Monash this morning, the car slowed, painfully so… for the longest time.

There was an accident. I shook my head. I was going to be late.

As I walked into work the drizzle intensified, cascading down over my face. I couldn’t help my amused smile. Thanks for the lovely send off Docklands.

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And then as I started up my computer, two programs weren’t working… I had to call IT.

Face palm.

All on my very last day of work.

It was finally HERE.

It was the weirdest sensation. I felt anxious and intensely nervous through most of the day. Things were emphasised to me at every turn… when I went up a lift “this will be my last time travelling to level 3.” When I scraped my bowl of its weetbix residue… “this will be my last dish from this kitchen.”

When I locked my locker for the last time.

When I logged off my computer for the last time.

Even going upstairs for a break with my colleagues got me over-sentimental. I in fact stopped going up for tea years ago, back when I started my morning coffee walks instead, and then there was the whole writing-at-the-desk-during-any-break thing…

I had to force myself to breathe. Pause. Reflect.

Many things made me feel better.

Firstly, this was not I, and I alone leaving. It was all of us. Our entire department and so many more. I was the second last of our team to leave, and so many had already walked my steps, felt my dis-ease, the discomfort and the bittersweet emotions at leaving.

It had happened to ALL my colleagues. My friends.

Secondly.… well change. It is inevitable. If this hadn’t happened now, we would have all been content in just going through the motions, the routine of work that we know like the back of our hand, becoming complacent in our roles and not expanding our mind and life journey with new learnings, adventures and places to see, people to meet.

There is so much to see. So many people to meet.

Memories flooded back to me as I looked around. The people I had seen come, and go. The places where secrets were shared. The darting looks and cheeky glances. The meltdowns. The showdowns. The ups, and downs.

Almost 12 years of my life.

I got my last coffee with a colleague… and today it was necessary to get dessert. Sure I had leftover cake from the weekend at home…

But it was my LAST DAY EVER. Screw that.

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It was sublime.

As I sent off a billion emails to my personal email, going through folders and deleting files here, there and everywhere, the feeling of anxiety grew.

I was deleting, and removing any remnants of me, from my locker… my desk… my entire email account. 1000s upon 1000s made their way into the graphic rubbish can on screen.

And my anxiety grew.

I was forgetting something. I met with HR. Got my papers. Went through more emails. Checked my lists… again. Went through my empty locker… again.

I had done everything I had to… and yet there was the strongest urge that I had forgotten something.

And just like that, at the acknowledgment of my lost feeling, I realised.

I felt like I was forgetting something, because a piece of me was going to remain there, even after I walked out the doors.

You can’t just flick a switch. Walk out without turning back. Expect to not have a memory lingering. Some laughter floating through the halls.

You can’t do it. Not after so long. Not after having created some of the best memories with the best people you could ask for.

You couldn’t, just, forget.

With that in mind, knowing I was going to have to leave a piece of me behind…. I walked out.

And instead of the grey morning and drizzle I had walking in with, now there was sunshine.

There was a new adventure waiting for me.

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And it’s a bit hard for me to believe now, so early… but I think it will be even better than this one.

And that’s because of my lucky number. Numbers. Because I have lots. And it’s not just 7.

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#1272 A Wintry and literary time out

You can understand the great ahh moment that came for me during the below photo I captured this afternoon, not just because, hey everyone loves a break, but the fact that…

In the morning the wind broke my Mary Poppins umbrella that I’ve had for over 10 years!

I got rained on MANY times

towels were shoved around various windows in the house due to the insane weather and water seeping in through the ferociousness of it all

it had rained both at school drop-off AND pick-up (of course, the Murphy’s Law school fairies strike again)

and I had this intermittent headache that was just dragging me down, symptomatic of my flu NOT wanting to let up.

Sigh.

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Which is why I sat on baby girl’s bean bag with my herbal tea this afternoon, looked at all my very inviting books all set up lovingly on my new/old bookcase, just whispering “read me, read me,” and decided to just peruse through, a few…

And what a wonderful way to chill out on a cold Friday afternoon… whether or not I got soaked that morning, it was still very much appreciated. β™₯ ( I did).

#1258 Saving Winter orchids

Several weeks ago on a particularly windy and wet Winter’s day, I looked out the window and saw our orchid buds on a long, strong branch… but yet hanging dangerously low.

They looked as if they would bloom very soon. The problem though was the beating they were receiving from the weather, which is why the branch was suddenly drooping to one side, putting strain on its base.

I went outside and tried to lean the branch along the wall of the house. It seemed to work, as it now leaned vertically along the window side… I went into the house happy, and every so often peered out to see how they were doing through the continuing bad weather.

It was as if I knew… the day wasn’t over and once again I saw them hanging to one side. I was worried the base would snap due to the fierce pressure being placed on it, and so again I rushed out.

This time I pushed the heavy pot to an angle. I used the lean of the branch to my advantage, and having pushed the pot far enough, the lean was now against the window… not hanging loose amidst the wild Wintery weather.

From then on in I was able to check on my orchids, with happiness. πŸ™‚

Today I took this picture.

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They are blooming beautifully. I know I adjusted them so, and yet I feel like they are peering in on me, showing off their amazing beauty, leaning in towards the window with that extra effort, glowing ever so much more than what they would have and whispering “thank you” for my efforts.

And I said “you’re welcome.”

What a tremendous gift from Mother Nature. β™₯

#1255 Prepared for a glass or two

We weren’t quite prepared last night. It was our first ever attendance at a school production that baby girl was in, after all.

But yesterday we had watched. We had taken it in. And we had observed one very strong theme amongst A LOT of the attendees…

And I’m not just talking the parents. Hell no. I’m talking the dozens and dozens of grandparents who were there to see their grandchildren up on stage…

Even they were in on it.

We realised that they were all…

Boozers.

In kinder terms, they ‘enjoyed a glass.’ Or two. Or even three, or more…

We had arrived right on drop-off time, the time at which the kids could then get themselves ready for the show… but we realised that there were plenty of parents, already drinking their half-glasses, looking very relaxed.

What? This was a true social function? They had gotten babysitters for this, arrived half an hour early and gotten on the booze…

Why I never…

Why didn’t anybody tell us?!?! πŸ˜‰

So tonight, we were prepared. And we sure as hell deserved it, Hubbie more so, as he carried baby girl about 2 blocks, while we all huddled together under an umbrella as the rain poured down amongst us.

He was protecting her penguin ballet feet from getting sploshed in puddles (father of the year right there 😘)

After we had dropped her off, STRAIGHT WE WENT to line up at the bar, ahem, snack bar.

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We ordered… I happened to look back behind me, and the line was growing out of control, weaving through the foyer area… and then I spied a fellow mum from baby girl’s class.

I see you!

(Cheers 🍷🍺)

P.S I enjoyed the show much more tonight πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰

 

#1220 Writing day

I really needed this day.

I’ve been needing this day for about weeks now. And amidst rain and cold temps, a cat meowing for attention beside me (typical writer cat lady, I know ;)) and a candle burning bright with ideas and inspiration, I set to the task.

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Writing my novel. Editing my novel. Breaking down the characters, plot, the structure…

Writing for my course. Writing a pitch, for my course! Oh it was wonderful. Done with such love and dedication, my beanie wrapped around my head tightly in order to get all those creative juices bundled up and warm and spilling out onto the pages before me…

It was the greatest few hours… while I was freezing in the house… while it rained outside – and there I was, writing my heart out.