Because the beach is within our 5km radius, and most of these lockdown rules (sorry, ALL of them) suck.
But the beach makes it all that much easier. Less sucky.
After lunch we went to get a coffee for me, an ice cream for baby girl, and then we sat on a grassy patch temporarily to consume our yummy goods…
Before making the short walk down.
There were quite a few people there, and I don’t blame them. It is so hard to stay indoors when it is so beautiful out, and when the water is literally right there in the distance, shimmering and winking at you, how can you say no?
Plus, it’s EXERCISE.
There are some exceptionally sunny days coming up, so I think I will be doing plenty more exercise by the water… 🌊
It was hot. I really wanted to go to the beach today.
But, we were still under restrictions. Beach-going, felt like a no-no.
I had read an article the other day where it was explicitly stated that sunbathing wasn’t allowed.
But beach… it’s exercise, right? In some ways it was just like taking your kids to the park, and that was allowed. I put the idea to Hubbie – why don’t we walk through the shallow waters of the beach, across the whole expanse of beach, and then turn around and go back?
And we’ll just conveniently be holding towels and wearing our swimsuits?
His answer was definite.
“If I’m going to the beach I want to sit down!”
Fair enough. He had been running around all day, so he kinda didn’t wanna be running around more, plus in HEAT.
But then I got another idea…
Baby girl was rapt. I’m sure her excited squeals could be held all the way down the street, as we pelted each other with balloons in the backyard. It was a WHOLE HEAP of fun, and it actually did cool us down, so much so that we were pretty good the rest of the day.
There. A totally inventive and fun way to keep chill. And there’s exercise involved there too, so you don’t miss out… all the bending over and picking up of broken balloon bits off your backyard grass, later.
Do you think it’s too much to ask that a cafe stays open ’til past 4pm on a weekday?
Is it? I mean I don’t live in a regional town, and our main street is peppered ALL OVER with cafes… and yet finding one to fulfil my caffeine craving so late in the day, seemed almost impossible today.
First world problems, I know. It might seem awfully petty to be concerned with these little nuisances, especially on a day like today when I went to a funeral…
You’d think I wouldn’t worry about things like that.
But we all deal with life and death in different ways, right? And there’s nothing like the reminder of the end of life, to make us really funny and fussy about all the things that we choose to do before that…
I had driven for a lot of the day. It was hot. Still, not feeling the best. I had eaten lunch in the car, picked up baby girl from school, and then we’d gone to exchange a Smiggles drink bottle she got for Christmas that had a faulty part.
I just wanted to sit down and have a coffee. It didn’t seem too much to ask. I wanted to sit down with my daughter, on what was a tiring day, and just stop for a few minutes.
The first cafe was doing takeaway only… damn you recurrent restrictions.
The second cafe was closing.
The third cafe was already closed.
The fourth cafe was also… closing.
I walked away, gritted teeth, cursing the fact that there were cafes galore but none apparently taking customers.
Finally. We went to our last option in that block – Sugo.
It’s weird that we’ve never actually drank or eaten at this place. There’s nothing wrong with it, it looks really nice… but we’ve never even thought to sit down there…
Too many options elsewhere.
Anyway, they were OPEN!
Baby girl and I sat down for our late afternoon coffee break, sharing a cookie, happy that we had gotten our small happy ending.
It isn’t the be all and end all, and it isn’t life or death, certainly… but it’s what we do in the space between the beginning and end of life that matters.
And if you want to have your coffee and sit down with it, well damn it so you should be able to.
At first I really wanted to bring baby girl along with me.
But the coronavirus restrictions imposing a guest limit, turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Of course the thought of her being there beside me made me happy. It was a bridal shower. It was a girls girls girls afternoon out, with pretty and dainty cakes, various tones of mauve and blush, and a beautiful entry into the delicate, finer and charming things in life.
But like I’d said. Restrictions on numbers meant adults only.
Days leading up to the event, it dawned on me.
Hell yeah! I deserved a beautiful afternoon out where I could relax and enjoy, indulging in some fine food, gorgeous company and pretty surroundings.
Sans child. Without the usual –
“Put that down!”
“Don’t touch the cake, it’s not time yet!”
“Keep your voice down!”
“For the love of God, stop!”
And so I did. I had a beautiful afternoon as expected. It was relaxed and leisurely, sunny and funny, and perfect for a Sunday in December.
Turns out I wasn’t the only one who had a great day.
Hubbie and baby girl ended up having a Daddy-Daughter day.
Like I said, blessing in disguise, for us ALL.
Because they don’t get a lot of time, just them two, together. It’s usually baby girl and I, and a couple of days a week it’s all 3 of us…
So today was kinda special. 😍
They did grocery shopping. They bought my Chrissie pressie… and kept the secret to themselves.
She scrapped her knee running, and cried. He picked her up, put Dettol on her wounds, and bandaged them up.
She talked and talked and talked. She told him things, he listened. He admired how much she’s grown.
How much she is growing up each and every day.
And this evening, as I watched her apply the brand new lip balm that her Dad had bought her, on him NO LESS, well I got a little emotional.
It was probably a good thing that baby girl walked out the school gate, then told me she’d left her jacket in her classroom.
“Well you better go get it, we won’t be back ’til next year!”
This meant we had to go back into the school, and then I happened across her teacher. It was perfect timing. Even though restrictions at school had also eased like everything else, and parents were allowed back into the school if necessary… they preferred to keep as many of us out on the other side of the gates as possible.
This meant no classroom visits, and no face-to-face teacher talks.
We had a brief talk. We hadn’t chatted like that for a while. She told me her plans for next year… long service leave, so she wouldn’t be back, not immediately anyway. We laughed. She told me she had enjoyed getting to know baby girl this year, even though almost half the year had been lost. It had left them with a bittersweet feeling.
They had only gotten used to each other, and it was all over.
“Oh, and she’s funny!” She told me. I listened eagerly.
“The other day when she brought in my present, she said to me, ‘just you wait Ms, oh my God, you are going to be overcome when you see this present!”
I laughed out loud. It sounded just like her. I loved getting this window into her world at school, a world that we need to literally pry out of her at dinner time, or have to wait until she is ‘in the mood’ to be privy to a little bit of.
I was relieved. She was acting at school, just like she did with us at home.