#1610 Day 112 of getting there: okay with nothing

I’ve trained myself to always be productive.

And I’m so skilled at it, it’s engrained in my system.

I almost, can’t be unproductive… ever.

As soon as I have a spare moment… “What can I do?”

Or,

“What should I do?”

I’ve come to learn the value of taking it easy though. To step back from responsibilities, work, go-go-go, the coulda woulda shoulda mentality.

So today while not feeling the best, I embraced the art of nothing wholeheartedly.

I did nothing.

There was no “oooh, I’ll just whip this up”

“I’ll wash this”

“Better tidy that”

“I should catch up on that”

“I really need to read that.”

Nothing. None of it. I was on the couch watching 4 eps of Riverdale…

I stepped into the back yard…

I uploaded some photos…

That’s it. The extent of my nothingness.

The difference between today’s nothing, and other forced days of nothing, was that I didn’t feel any guilt about it.

So often we’re taught that to not do something, means we are somehow failing. We’re being inefficient, unproductive, wasting time, throwing life down the drain as it were.

But to wear ourselves down to the ground is not conducive to leading a happy life.

Days of nothing are absolutely necessary.

And the fact that I’m feeling less guilt about it, is progress. πŸ’ͺ

#1568 Day 70 of getting there: put a record on it

What have we learnt?

We’ve learnt that we don’t need to go to a shopping centre, almost every Sunday.

We’ve learnt that there is a beautiful simplicity in staying home, clearing out the old, weeding what is not necessary, and making way for a new path.

We’ve learnt that although we love our family and friends… we don’t need to fill up ALL of our weekends.

We kinda enjoy our own company too.

Guess what? We are STILL learning.

We’ve also learnt, that the slower pace of life, suits us just fine. Whether it is making coffee on the stove, patiently waiting, and then watching it rumble and come to a boil…

Or putting on a record, and listening to all the songs. No skipping. No repeats. Put it on, and listen all the way through.

Hubbie’s been wanting to repair an old record player he’s had for a while. It was his parents’, and so he wanted to give it another life, while bringing a good dose of the 70s back with its old school look and vibe.

But, it hasn’t really happened has it? The repairing.

Insert, the other record player. The one he acquired before we got married, which has been just kinda sitting in our cupboard, well, ALL OF THESE YEARS.

It came out today!

Hubbie spent some time setting it up, cleaning it up, hiding all the speaker cables and cords, and lo and behold we now have a fully functional record player.

First off the record block… if you read this page often, well, can you guess?

It was Queen’s greatest hits. It was just magical, listening to the group’s melodies break out through the record, their instruments blaring as if they were actually in our home.

Just love. LOVE.

We’ve all grown so accustomed to technology, haven’t we? The latest gadgets, the greatest connectivity, the most instant gratification you can get…

But there is something beautiful, in going back to the basics.

Going back, and going slow.

Taking it easy.

Putting on a record. πŸ™‚

#1527 Day 29 of getting there: to pat a cat

I had just headed outside to check the mail.

Lately, it’s the highlight of my day.

I sat on the bench, to prolong the outdoor time some more. Baby girl ran around the yard, and Mister F heard us and jumped the gate to meet us at the front.

But when he soon jumped the neighbour’s fence, we headed inside.

I had been inside for only a few minutes, when I heard some meowing.

Was he already back from his adventure?

Sure enough, when I peeked out the window I saw him – sprawled and stretched out on the concrete porch floor, bathing in the afternoon sun shining on him, lazily licking himself.

Awww.

Should I go on with my intention of cleaning the bathrooms, I asked myself. Or do I go out to sit in the sun with Mister F?

The bathrooms could wait.

I pat him, and pat him, and pat him. He LOVED it. And when I stopped patting him, he got up, walked over to my dangling hand, and rubbed up against it like “pat me!”

Awww.

Yep, the bathrooms could wait. They got tended to, as all house things always do.

But that time with my furry friend, sitting out in the sun, was superb.

I’m sorry to report there is no photo evidence… I was too relaxed to go and get my phone.

(I think we need more times that make us not want to reach for our phones). β™₯

#1485 Photos from a public holiday

After cleaning all day Saturday and then having our friends over that night, versus going to three different places NO LESS yesterday and being away from the house for 12 hours, it was so well-timed that we had another day to relax, chill and catch-up, on this public holiday day.

Some photos, that capture the quiet (and maybe some crazy):

A bike ride to the park

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The swings… what else?

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Baby girl deciding to catch tonight’s sunset (ain’t she got great aim? ;))

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And then moi, deciding to catch tonight’s FULL MOON

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You can’t control crazy-busy weekends, you gotta take them as they come, because as sure as they fly over so too do those long and quiet days settle in when the weather gets colder… but it sure is a blessing to have an extra day, somewhere, anywhere, to allow you to relax… just a bit.

Ahhh.

#1431 An easy shop

An easy shop. It doesn’t mean items come to you easily, or simply pop out at you, begging to you as you’re walking along saying “pick me! Pick me!”

Rather, it’s the casual intention of the shop. To wander. To browse. To take your time. To go wherever your feet lead you.

We didn’t know where we would end up today, but after seeing the intense haze and smelling the burning smoke this morning from home, we knew the destination WASN’T going to be outside.

Indoors it was. And what better place to escape heat and smoke haze than at a shopping centre?!

It was good. It wasn’t stressful because we weren’t madly trying to find things to no avail like what usually happens when we wait until the last minute to find something for an event… we were just walking around, looking here and looking there, and because we weren’t intently on the search for anything, we actually found things we were after!

AMAZING!

Shopping moral of the story? Don’t look for anything… meander, and it will come to you. β™₯

#1429 Sharing the beach love

Okay, so it’s not MY beach. But when your friends visit you from across town and ask for a beach-playdate-destination-recommendation, you kinda feel like a part of you is being exposed, on show for all to see.

I was pleased, because it was a pretty perfect beach day.

Still, sunny, but with some cloud cover at times. The water was mild. The kids had shallow waters.

Us Mums were (mostly) happy. Kids make that sentence ‘mostly.’ 🀣

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But it wasn’t just the fun and frivolity of being on sand, or wading on water that made today fun and totally chillax-worthy.

I felt there was a lot of meaning attached to the day. Sure we were on the beach and all, but I couldn’t help thinking of how we had come to the beach that day.

I was thinking of friends, and friendship, A LOT. It was two of my oldest friends that I was with today. They with their brood, me with mine. And it had nothing to do with watching the kids play, fight, argue over who had the body board next or lie in the water and float, things we used to imagine way back when in high school when we’d say to one another that our kids would be friends just as we were.

It was more about the ‘time.’ That all-too-important commodity that everyone argues they have little to none of. I was thinking of how we were all there on the beach, dedicated to the task of spending time together, our kids having fun together, while there were so many other things in our life distracting us, so many other things we could do, and so many other places we could be.

But we chose to be there.

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It was humbling. It was heart-warming. When someone chooses you to be the place they spend their time with, it is something special. In a world where the word ‘busy’ flies out of our mouths all too often, it was a day where we chose each other, and in doing so made one of the best sacrifices of time and best decisions possible:

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Because we made memories for not only us, but THEM. β€πŸ–

#1417 It’s okay to do nothing

If there is any a day where it is okay to do pretty much nothing, it is New Years Day.

We fulfilled that requirement to the nth degree today.

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Like sitting on the balcony, and just STARING.

And you can bet our bananas, after this day of both self-imposed and forced break and nothingness, we will be painting the Peninsula red, blue, green, yellow and pink come all our other family holiday days.

Starting tomorrow.

πŸ˜‰

#1411 Guess… who?

The day after Christmas is usually spent –

nursing a sore head.

nursing a swollen tummy

nursing a tired body –

and as such not much happens.Β 

Around here anyway.

There are new presents to play with and find homes for, a lot of cleaning, breathing out a sigh of relief that Christmas is over, yet simultaneously feeling sad that Christmas is a whole 364 days away…

It’s a well-intentioned catch-up and family day.

And what better family way to end the day than with an…

Old-fashioned game.

Guess which one?!?!

‘Santa’ got this as one of baby girl’s few presents. I LOVED this growing up and as she’s at an age where she’s getting a lot out of board games like this one.

I sat opposite her while Hubbie helped her work out the best questions to ask to eliminate the most people, and we got to work –

slamming the faces DOWN.

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The best bit? The times I won, she was so rapt, thinking that by me guessing correctly she had won.

LOL LOL LOL.

The end of night scoreboard? 2-2.

πŸ˜‰

#1410 Different tree, same love

The tree we used to put presents underneath when I was growing up was much bigger.

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It was a lot bigger than this tree. After I got married and moved out my parents downgraded to a smaller one, what with having no more kids in the house.

Despite the size, the love is still the same.

If anything, it has grown. Love has grown. Family has grown. Memories have grown. I am so grateful to have spent the day with loved ones, doing the best thing possible I can think of…

Which is sitting around a table in my parents backyard, with those that I love, relaxing in the shade and sun, music coming out of the garage stereo as we add to our memory bank and just chill and talk and eat and chill and drink and chill.

And talk.

And love.

Merry Christmas. β€πŸŽ„

#1386 KK by the river, 2019 edition

When the day started off by walking on a wall, we just knew it was going to be amazing.

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Special. Different even. And it sure was.

ALL of us getting together around a table, girls and partners and kids, and there was not one person missing? Not one that didn’t pull out due to injury/sickness/over-commitment/boredom?

Why I never.

NOT ONE.

These things only happen like once a decade peeps. Hence theΒ special. πŸ˜‰

It was our annual KK catch-up pre-Christmas festivities, and it came nice and early on the first day of December, and the first day of summer (though summer was nowhere to be seen…)

Did we care? Nooo.

We were nice and snug and sheltered.

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And then there was the item of presents.

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GOODY!

The kids chased ducks outside and threw sticks and leaves into the Yarra outside to ‘help’ them float, and us adults chilled and bonded and watched our guys bond too.

Awww. Don’t you just love it when your guys make friends. They don’t admit it but they enjoy it too πŸ˜‰

And so, a pretty perfect day was had. I love being with my gals but it’s even more amazing when we come together as couples and family units and spend our Sunday lunch together, our common tie and reason for uniting being the pubescent group who went to high school together and promised that one day our kids would play with each other while our guys would make friends too, all those years ago.Β  β™₯

And now I have new writing implements so there… (make sure you do KK with people that ‘know’ you, then they won’t get your presents wrong EVER).

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The only downfall with doing KK soooo early?

The debate I’ll be having with my 6 year-old until Christmas day… because baby girl got presents too. Times 4 today.

“I wanna open my presents!”

“No, you have to wait until Christmas! It’s called patience.”

“But I can’t wait!”

“You have to wait!”

“How long until Christmas?”

“24 more days…”

Help me, please.Β