#546 After the party

Today Hubbie and I were in FINE FORM.

It was a sunshine-y day. There was NO PARTY. No family, and no friends about.

We pumped the music LOUD. Actually, from two stereos – one from his car in the garage as he stored away spare chairs and tables from inside and tidied up from that end of the house, and me with the inside stereo, throwing up the volume as I washed, and cleaned, and tidied, and sucked every pesky crumb from the carpet I could find as I vacuumed with such jolly, ALL OVER THE PLACE.

And we couldn’t have been happier.

Because as much as we love throwing parties – damn it’s good when it’s over, your house returns to some sense of normality, and suddenly, the pressure is OFF.

No rush, no stress, no freaking pulling my hair out.

Just memories, a lot of mess, and ahh moments.

Ahhh. ‘Til the next birthday…

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#445 Silence

Everyone is in bed. My ears have stopped ringing, accustoming themselves to the absence of sound, the only noise coming from my fingers crawling across the keypad.

That is all. I am so relieved and content right now.

#322 Re-commencing the holidays

Our holidays have been on hold since my Dad was taken to hospital several days ago. And even though he was discharged yesterday, I was still busy with both him and Mum today, organising many other things for them.

I would run to the side of any of my immediate family members or close friends who needed me, whether due to health, heartache, or general ‘help’ reasons. And I am so grateful that Dad is now doing better.

But I can also say that I’m grateful our holidays are starting up again. We went out to dinner tonight, and it was great to do so with such satisfaction and relief, knowing that not only did Sis and I do everything we could for our parents these last few days, but they are both getting looked after and WILL be getting better. Things ARE actually, genuinely, on the improve.

Which means my last few days of the holidays, will surely be on the improve too.

(Exhale).

#321 Freedom from hospital

I walked in and out of hospital a lot today.

Re-park the car. Get some coffee. Get some food. Make a phone call. Re-park the car.

Repeat repeat repeat.

And in that time, I saw, A LOT. People getting wheeled in on beds, masks over their faces. Wheelchair-bound patients, angry looks on their faces. Elderly people sitting side by side, hunched over in their solitary hospital room. The sound of pain. The look of helplessness. Tiredness. Despondent eyes. Clinical walls and grey grey grey, EVERYWHERE.

My lips did turn upwards too, though. I remembered with weird fondness, as I looked up to the familiar flight of stairs, how over 3 and a half years ago I was in the midst of such pain, only to be met by the most amazing, beautiful and curious eyes in the world, in the immediate aftermath.

I saw babies. I saw mother’s and father’s carrying their own. I looked at little children, the adult hands they were holding, and a part of me was happy.

Despite my thoughts, I was still happy to be able to move in and out of the hospital as I pleased, to not be bound by ill health or medical necessity to require a stay, no matter how short or long, there. And it was twice as nice when I walked out late afternoon, with both Mum, AND Dad beside me.

He was discharged today. An unexpected happiness that we are so happy about.

I know there is a tremendous amount of positivity and amazing acts performed by the medical staff in hospitals all over the world, but seriously, I’m just glad that I was able to leave the premises today. With both my parents.

#298 Christmas pressies – tick

Sigh. Relief.

The Christmas presents have all pretty much been bought.

I have just one more KK gift, which will be fairly easy, and some chocs and wine to buy, AND THAT’S IT!

Now for the wrapping, Christmas songs on repeat in the background, and gingerbread men baking to begin…

#253 Finally… ducted heating.

My precious.

There are actually quite a few things that I’m fortunately feeling grateful for at this still-kinda-early-into-the-day hour of 5pm. However, with one expression of gratefulness being the avenue of relief, my profound sense of relieve-ment comes from the fact that we now have ducted heating.

Angels sing!

It comes coincidentally (there is no such thing) on a bright and beautiful Spring day where I took a very pleasing walk to the park and beach with baby girl, the kind of walk where the heat makes you wonder how you will ever get home through the tiredness and unrelenting heat haze.

Still. This morning as it was confirmed the heater was A, OK, and the gas man went on his merry way to make more people who were gas-miserable like me happy, although the morning showed small sneak peeks of sparkling Spring  ahead, I ignored the sunshine and left the ducted heating on, much longer than it was even necessary.

Just because. Because I can. And because walking from room to room and being in comfortable warmness, is such a pleasant reality compared to the biting and stark cold days that I’ve spent walking through our house the last few weeks.

Ahhh. I am rapt.