#1132 The new black and white brood

It is a Friday night in March.

I am with baby girl, putting away laundry in her room, when I hear the familiar siren from the other room. Hubbie is flicking channels.

I haven’t heard that siren since September.

“Go and have a look at the TV,” I instruct to baby girl with a smile playing on my lips. “Go on.”

“Huh?” is her automatic response, but she does suit. Comes back utterly confused.

“Come with me.” She follows me back into the room. I point at the close-up of the player with his black and white striped top.

“Who’s that?”

Pause. “Magpies.”

Yep, footy is back. And the highlight of the night was her sheer dedication to them.

“Collingwood! Go on Collingwood, win!”

I looked at Hubbie, grinning wildly but also playing fair. “Hey, I’m not telling her to say that!”

He looks over at her. “You know you can go for another team too.”

“True,” I add. I turn to baby girl, about to play devil’s advocate. “You know, Tato goes for a team called Hawthorn, and they have a really good winning streak.”

She doesn’t skip a beat. “Tato goes for Hawthorn, and WE go for Collingwood.”

Oh God I can’t help laughing.

“I want Collingwood to win! Collingwood beat that team!”

“Oh honey, when it comes to winning, Collingwood isn’t always the winner. But when we barrack we don’t do it for the winning, we do it for the PASSION.”

(Which is just as well considering tonight’s score).

And after last year’s Grand Final debacle, where she witnessed about 10 people screaming at the TV in our home, decked out in magpie colours, for about 2 hours… well the moment was pretty much engrained in her…

I think black and white, and a decent dose of family devotion, is engrained in her now.

Speaking from experience, it’s pretty awesome, and one of the best way’s to bond. 🙂

GO PIES.

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Photo by Hossein Ghaem on Unsplash

#956 Coming up Tulips at Tesselaar

All week. Baby girl has known these last few days that if all was good, we would be heading to a ‘flower show’ today. In fact she told her Dad repeatedly last night when I was at work, that today was going to be the ‘grand day.’

Well, today began… and so it was that ALL WAS GOOD.

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I have wanted to visit Silvan for the last few years since learning of the flower festival. As it occurs smack-bang in the middle of the September school holidays, there were plenty of activities around for the kiddies, which made the visit both a joy for me AND baby girl.

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Rows upon rows of startlingly beautiful tulips, the sun shining, green fields as far as the eye could see… it was a perfect day to stop and smell the… tulips ♥

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#892 The Last Winter Walk

It felt like so long ago since I had done this.

These were my thoughts as I walked the 10 minutes from the car park to work, just before 7am this morning. I had had the last couple of Wednesdays off, but still, the previous ones I had worked I must have had a late shift, because this walk felt like something I hadn’t done in a LONG time.

It was peaceful. Still. Few people around. Working in the city outskirts, means that even in peak hour, there is a smaller group heading off to work and going about their day, much smaller in size than if you were to go, bang smack in the middle of the city, and have to scurry about like a hamster on a wheel.

It was still dark, and yet the first light of the day was starting to filter through. The Bolte Bridge’s lights shone above the water in the near horizon. Boats slept. Runners jogged/shuffled by with earphones on. The regular café guy started opening up shop, putting on the lights inside and taking out tables. Trams whizzed by silently.

Things were happening, and life was still moving. But it was all hush hush.

It was actually, beautiful.

I pondered this as I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, borrowing my face into my scarf. It was still cold. I knew that the next two Wednesdays I had late shifts – therefore, I wouldn’t be walking like this, at 7 in the morning on those days. Rather, my start time would be at the leisurely hour of 3… PM.

I started to calculate. If I do two more late Wednesdays, and then I’m on holidays for a few weeks… I won’t be doing an early Wednesday shift, until September.

The next time I will be walking in the morning like this, it’ll be Spring.

Oh! I realised with excitement. This is my last Winter walk for the year.

Suddenly, EVERYTHING INSIDE OF ME HALTED. My legs kept moving forward tentatively, yet everything in my head whirred to a direct halt.

Redundancy. Moving on. New jobs.

I wouldn’t be here next Winter. This was my last Winter walk to work, EVER.

The acknowledgement suddenly saddened me. Sure it was cold… but here we were, months and months and months away from finishing up, and suddenly I was experiencing one of the many ‘lasts’ that I would inevitably come across as I made my way slowly but surely, to the work finishing line.

In this race, we were all crossing the line together. We were unified in our change, but it was still horribly bittersweet.

I was immediately relieved that I had made the Winter Walk realisation. I crossed the road, and paused near my work, taking some photos.

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Those pine trees I’d complained about, when they’d replaced them with the original palm trees years ago… I’ll miss them.

That street I walk up religiously to get my coffee fix… I’ll miss it.

That view. It’s pretty darn impressive, even in Winter. Even in the dark.

Those boats. They have allowed me to daydream and ponder as they waft and tilt over the swaying waters.

Even the God-damn mirrored elevator in the building.

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Sure, I’ll miss that too. What with the bright lights allowing you to see every pimple on your face, yet with enough of a warm glow that makes you feel like you too, might be able to jump in front of the cameras and give the latest news update.

Oh, it’s beginning. The ‘lasts’ are-a-coming.

Thank God for phones. Thank God for photos.

Because the memories will always remain. ♥

#594 10 Minutes to spare

I had about 10 minutes to spare.

I was at the post office a bit too early, the result of being too damn organised, and so I looked around me at the area in which my work resides, wondering how I would fill the time amidst endless cafes, despite being already-caffeinated (but first, coffee, ALWAYS) and yet not being hungry enough to call in somewhere for an early lunch.

There was no point in walking all the way to work, and then coming back…

Then I spotted sun, and glistening water, through the alleyway up ahead of me, and suddenly I knew how to while away the time…

And so minutes later, I was grateful. Generally speaking, we don’t often have the time to just sit and be in the moment, amidst the busy-ness of life, and so to be so organised as to be so early for work as to be so early for the post office, well, I was going to enjoy this moment of peace and extreme organisation as much as I could.

This was my peripheral vision… from my left

To the centre

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And finally the right

A glorious landscape of water, and boats. I sat there in the chilly air, cold, but with my bomber jacket keeping me somewhat warm as I sat close to the water’s edge on a wooden bench, just taking it all in.

The strong ripple of water.

The rowers competing against one another amidst the endless water up ahead.

The sky-scrapers.

Boats of every shape and size.

The freeway far away, with seemingly few cars, for what was a weekend day.

And then to my right I heard some noise, and coming from afar I saw a young boy with what I assumed was his little sister. I felt a pang of longing as I immediately thought of my baby girl at home, but then as this girl scooted around here and there, the boy keeping a close eye on her, I realised if baby girl was here she would launch herself into the water, and so the longing quickly passed replaced by immediate relief.

Phew.

Yet still, I kept a close eye on them as they passed me by. The boy put his younger sister up on the raised garden bed, and she ran off while he kept close to her side.

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I wasn’t with my baby girl, but I could appreciate the sweet sight of another on the last Saturday of this sunshine-y cold September morning.

And just like that, my time was up. It was 10am. I stood up, and with an invigorated swing in my step, I headed off to do my jobs.

#219 Grand Final Holiday

Here in Victoria, we have recently been blessed with the addition of a new public holiday: AFL Grand Final Eve.

Because for the state that has footy running through their blood, who has every old man, young woman or child having to barrack for at least someone even if their heart isn’t in it (by Victorian default you MUST have a team) of course there should be a holiday to prepare for the mammoth intake of beer, sausage rolls, party pies and hot dogs to be consumed on Grand Final Day, often the last Saturday of September, but lately the first one of October, as is the case tomorrow.

A bit of hoo-ha has been brought up over the financial stress placed on small businesses because of this new public holiday. I get it, but… guys? Public holiday?

We get another public holiday!

The period between the Queens Birthday holiday at the start of June, to the Melbourne Cup weekend in November is a LONG one, so a holiday in the middle of it is not only adequate, but completely necessary.

So whether you spent your Grand Final Eve day off having coffee and cake, looking at beds, shopping for groceries, cleaning the house, having friends over for dinner (or all of the above as we did!), I hope, fellow Victorians, that your day off was a good one.

And in light of the mighty Pies not being in the final tomorrow, I am too with the rest of the state to proclaim: ‘Go Bulldogs!’

#190 Signs of Spring no.1 – the air

We’ve had a couple of mild days, and we’ve had a couple of cold days again. Even so, a 15-16 degree day at the start of September, means ‘Spring 15-16,’ no longer ‘Winter 15-16.’

This was evident as I took my parents into the city today. It was calm, it was still, it was fresh…

But, it was also Spring. It was so evident that a change had occurred. Not just the name of change in season. But the air. The air had a different mood to it.

It had a Spring in its step 🙂

(Excuse me as I guffaw…)