#1420 Real pasta sauce

Saturday night during our holidays together? For sure we’d be killing it. Painting the town red and exploring all over the place.

Nope.

The complete opposite in fact.

We made a proper Italian pasta sauce that simmered for ages, and it was so delicious we slurped it up… even our pasta-loving yet sauce-hesitant baby girl indulged in some decent splashes of the red within her fettuccine.

So good was it, I forgot to take photos… all evidence was left on our sauce-stained lips.

And that there is our raging Saturday night.

Over and out.

 

#1358 People about town

It’s become second nature for me to find simple and small things to be grateful for.

Firstly, because life is often routine. There is school and work and groceries and cleaning, and if you can’t see beyond all of that and take joy in the little moments, well frankly you are going to go mad waiting for that ‘big party’ where you think you will have a rad time.

Chances are you won’t. Your child will be clingy, your hubbie will be sick, and there you will be in the corner with a coughing partner and child tugging on your arm as you chug down another wine.

Don’t wait to be happy.

Secondly… well because the little things, really are the best things. If you can find happiness in everyday moments, imagine how much better off you will be? Imagine all the opportunities of satisfaction, self-fulfilment, and growth that you will experience in this state?

I am happy, because 3 years on from our Seachange I am starting to notice people around town.

Wait, what? If you think you missed the post where I celebrated our 3 years here, don’t worry, I actually forgot myself… (shakes head). It wasn’t until midnight ticked over the day after our moving-house anniversary, that I realised the day that had just been, and went ‘d’oh.’

And it has taken a while… but lo and behold, I bumped into two people today that I knew… within a space of hours.

Sure, I see people around a lot more now. A lot of them I’ve come to know through baby girl’s school. But today I saw two such people within only a couple of hours, and the second one, was walking by my house! Why I never…

Moving to a side of town where we have no family or friends settled nearby has had its specific set of challenges. To be honest, it can, and has been at times, a very isolating experience.

But like everything in life, good things take time. And it hasn’t been something we’ve been able to push, or force… we had to just let it be.

And when you let things be, that’s often the moment that things seem to work out for you…

You just have to wait. Sometimes 3 years.

And then what you were waiting for, comes by your front door… LITERALLY.

😉

 

 

 

#1357 Saturday sunset and palacinke

I took some smashing photos of the sunset tonight. But they didn’t compare to the one baby girl took:

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Like, what are those colours doing? They’re so vibrant, so bold.

More baby girl pics followed, but of a different kind…

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Palacinke time! (Crepes for any first timers out there 😉)

She mixed the batter and I poured the deliciousness that turned into golden circles of crispy-covered inner pillowy goodness.

🤤

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Mmm. Happy Saturday. 🥞

#1340 Our Wednesday brunch

It was a little more than just coffee after we dropped off baby girl at school this morning.

What the hell.

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Looks delicious right? AND totally healthy. We headed on down to Store Fifteen on Main Street, one of my fave places for both coffee and healthy/scrumptious treats.

Healthy/scrumptious? Yes that is such a thing.

We shared the above toast, which was all seeded firstly, topped with some kind of nut butter which I suspect was cashew cream, with the final tier being bananas, strawberries, and decent sprinklings of cinnamon, and MORE seeds.

And then some grass… they do cater to the health-conscious after all.

So easy, so simple, so basic is my gratitude today… yet it is a luxury I wish for everyone to have at their disposal, whenever the need/want/passion arises. ♥

#1337 A bike ride to the park

A while ago we discovered a park that was about a 10 minute walk from our house. Hidden and kind of out of the way, not on any main road or high viewpoint, this park is small and unassuming… and right up our alley street. 😉

Baby girl’s theme song this weekend?

“BICYCLE! BICYCLE! BICYCLE!

I want to ride my bicycle

I want to ride my bike

I want to ride my bicycle

I want to ride it where I like.”

So what did we do today?

Ride the bike… to the park.

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She was rapt.

And what was awaiting us when we got there?

YELLOW. A field of yellow.

Capeweed, is what I think they’re called. They are prolific at this time of year, and prolific they were today at the park… they covered the entire expanse of grass surrounding the playground… all of it. I stared in awe, at this common Spring flower, reminded that even something such as a weed, can look so bright, so pretty, can perk you up and light up everything around it.

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It was the loveliest thing to be waiting for us on a warm Spring day.

And my second most favourite bit of the trip? Going home. It is mostly downhill, and with baby girl on the bike, careening out of control every 10 seconds…

I had to jog beside and ahead of her, to make sure she stayed on track. The run back is often tiring, but at the same time, running through the idyllic and pretty as a picture streets, something in me wakes up, and makes me really happy. I arrive back home exhausted, yet so satisfied. 🙂

“On your marks, get set, go!”

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#1273 Shelter

A couple of weeks ago while walking back to work on a chilly but sunny morning, our takeaway coffees steaming in our hands, my work colleague observed something.

”I know we’re cold, but I can’t help but think of homeless people on cold mornings like this.”

The three of us paused. Here we were with warm drinks, willingly walking through the cold because we knew we’d be out of it soon… and back in our warm and safe work environments.

I’m thinking of that, and shelter again, more so because the last few days have been particularly hellish, with arctic winds and ferocious onslaughts of rain and hail.

Shelter. Only moments ago as I headed up to bed with tablet in hand, it started again… the howling winds. The downpour. You could hear how freezing it was, and it made me jump into bed even more eagerly.

I’m lucky. We’re lucky.

We have a roof over our head, we have shelter. And if you’re reading this, you probably do too. We have a place to shield us from these Wintry nights and provide us with a safe haven to close our eyes at night… we are truly blessed.

And as for the homeless? I don’t know what to say. I think it’s horrible that people have to live like that, and it pains me to see people sleeping around cardboard and asking for money on the streets. How bad a turn did their life take to end up outside, with no roof over their head?

But this isn’t that kind of post. Rather if I can point out how lucky we, the majority are to have shelter, and how we should really appreciate the things we take for granted, then maybe we too can be more mindful and aware of the plight of those less fortunate… if not by our generosity towards them to keep going, then at least by an increased awareness, simply an acknowledgement that we are not all so blessed.

Food for thought. Goodnight.

#1264 High five, scuba dive!

It is all the rage in baby girl’s prep class.

“High five… SCUBA DIVE!”

Away the hand disappears, making a diving motion.

Baby girl does a variation of this with us… because it’s all about the anticipation (even if it doesn’t rhyme at the end).

She and I were on the couch tonight, and she was running the high five show.

“High five!”

Slap.

“To the side!”

Slap.

“On the other side!”

Slap.

“Down low…”

I miss as she quickly removes her hand.

“SCUBA DIVE!”

I grin. We go again.

As we get to the ‘down low’ part once more, I slam my hand down and grab the tip of her fingers in a slap. Just.

She is primed and ready to say scuba dive, but I’ve got her. We double over in laughter and she does her adorable cackle.

We do it again and again, laughing ourselves silly every time she tries to pull away quicker, but I manage to get the tip of her fingers. And I sit there and think how beautiful it is to enjoy these simple things, these little moments, that make my heart genuinely smile with happiness. ♥