#1909 Luck in 4s

We had a beautiful pre-Mother’s Day catch-up tonight with my parents, sister and family.

We went out for dinner, and there was a kids play area in one corner of the restaurant that baby girl was rapt to spend a good half of the night in.

Aside from the usual good humour, happiness and laughter that spreads across the table when we all meet up, we took pleasure in watching baby girl try to achieve something.

Or rather, watch baby girl convince OTHERS to help her achieve something.

She was after ALL THE COINS. The reason being, she wanted to get a toy from within that claw machine game.

You know the one.

You put in a coin.

Position the claw over toy of choice.

Hit the button and down the claw-hand goes, seeming to clutch around the object of your fluffy affection… only for it to slide out of its claw-grip as it begins its ascent.

And you think, damn.

So close.

Well, luck was on ALL our sides tonight.

First, my nephew won baby girl her first toy, a white bear with a red heart on the front. He did so easily, to the point where I seriously wondered if he’d caught hundreds like it before.

The second one, she worked for. Many more coins went in, and she had her heart set on a My Little Pony toy, Twilight Sparkle, to be precise.

And then finally, he got it for her again.

But like an addict, baby girl wanted more. She had one, then she wanted two, and now she kept saying, just one more game, just one more game…

I was out of coins. But Baka heard.

My Mum was like, here’s some coins.

Back she went, alone this time.

And we watched through the windows, as the claw came up with a toy, and dropped it down the chute.

We couldn’t believe it.

Not one, not two, but she had gotten three toys, the last one herself!

This one another pony, Applejack. 🤦‍♀️

OMG. This does not happen. And it does not happen so easily either. I have never seen so many of these toys come out of one of these machines in my whole life, let alone in ONE SITTING.

Wow. 3. The lucky 3, the lucky number.

We were marvelling at the incredible luck she had this evening, when some older guys, perhaps in their 20s, walked by.

Holding a toy.

They said “do you want this?”

To baby girl.

She said “YES!”

And suddenly, there were 4! 4 toys!

The first one came fairly easy. The second one had to be worked for. Third was a stroke of chance, coupled with determination… and then the fourth just fell out of the sky.

Forget about lucky 3… the lucky 4 is in town.

💖💖💖💖

#1901 3 beach day

I stood on the sand after 4pm, telling baby girl’s friend’s mum, that it was in fact my third visit to the sea and sand that day.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she teased.

I did in fact, feel bad to say it out loud. 3 beach visits in a day? Gee, sounds stressful!

But it happened rather randomly and unexpectedly, and the way it happened felt like it was MEANT to happen.

Maybe because things have been so shit for some time, the Universe aligned to give me a great, sunshine-y day. 🌞

I had important errands this morning after school drop-off, and after they were done I grabbed an egg and bacon toastie from Banjo’s, a cappuccino from Store Fifteen, and walked on down to the beach.

I’d had an egg and bacon toastie from Banjo’s YONKS ago, and back then it had blown my mind. Well it was pretty delish today, not really any mind-blowing, but that’s because I think I had cheese then, and not today.

Having not had any food since waking up, that brekkie on the beach was the best thing ever. I made friends with the seagulls, squinted into the sun, and watched a sea plane land in the water! It was incredible.

Then my sister and parents visited after lunch, with the sole purpose being, ‘a beach visit.’

So, again. First it had been Mothers.

This time, Mills.

I really loved that my parents seemed to enjoy it. Sis enjoyed it of course, for sure, she loves the water as I do. She dipped her feet into the mild waters, and Dad even did a light jog alongside the water, which we were rapt to see.

I went to pick up baby girl from school hours later, looking forward to a chill afternoon. The last few days had been pretty busy.

But she and her friend had another plan in mind.

They wanted a beach playdate!

And so we found ourselves at Mills again, 30 minutes later. 🤦‍♀️

The water was colder, and the tide had come in so much, it actually blew my mind how short the span of sand now was. But us Mums sat and talked, the girls wade through the waters looking for so-called pearls, they made sandcastles, and we saw what we were pretty sure were dolphins, far off in the waters, spraying up water! Unbelievable.

3 beach visits. I know I’ve had 2 in a day before, but this is taking the cake, AND for the last day of April, in Autumn… just wow.

And it may seem overly boastful, or excessive… but trust me, with the way things have gone since last year, I need about 54 beach visits in a day to make up for all the hard times that have transpired.

But 3 is good for now. I’ll raincheck the rest. 😉

But now, I AM BUGGERED. Think I’ll stay home and do lots of washing tomorrow… 😂

#1899 Hope in another backyard

I’ve had a pretty crazy day.

Two appointments on the other side of town, visiting my parents and sister and fam in between that, and then a big writers meet-up at the end of the night back home.

It’s been a lot.

It’s been a day of a lot of things. Hope. New directions. New people. New plans.

I’m a glass half-full gal, and things are starting to feel right. That glass is filling up again.

With HOPE. 🤞

I’m going on, rambling a bit, I know. I just don’t really know where to rest my creative mind, to release these thoughts from, what to centre on when much has given me happiness today.

But I will talk about nature, because it inspires me.

Specifically, my parents and my sister’s backyard.

I used to love spending time in the backyard of my childhood home. All those memories, all those fun times, so much joy within those trees and the shady spots. I was amazed and surprised then, when I found myself loving my parents’ NEW backyard, finding beauty in little pockets of grass, verdant greenery full and lush underneath your feet, life brimming and blooming from the smallest spring of herb, to a wide-reaching leaf of a fern.

That beauty extends equally to my sister’s backyard.

I was admiring this gorgeous tree, sprouting golden Autumn leaves. We were in her backyard sitting and talking, and so many times I was accidentally witness to a yellow leaf floating easily to the ground.

Before my very eyes.

It was a magical sight.

And I realised later when I headed off, how I find beauty in both of their backyards, and how that must mean something more… for those we love, we find the beauty inherent everywhere, all around them, because they are love.

We are doing renovations at the moment… small ones, yet they will hopefully be long, beautiful and lasting.

(On us, or our backyard do you think????)

One day I hope, someone will look at our yard and see the beauty lying in wait, wanting to be found.

I hope we find it there too. 💖💖🌳🌳

#1836 Brief visit, and the tick of approval

Today my Mum and my sister swung by very briefly.

It was so good to see them, even though the time was limited.

As they headed home I sent with them my home-made plum dumplings, and hours later got a call from Mum…

She was in approval. My knedle, were good!

You know, no matter how old you are, approval from your parents is still so important.

And Mum approves of the dumplings.

YES!

#1832 A foot for both families

Today was an exciting day in that we made NEW memories.

We went to my parents new house… and we were ALL together for the first time.

YAY! Happy dance.

As I walked the path between my parents’ house, and my sister’s house, along this cute, tiled path that crossed the fence line, I couldn’t help but think of that The Simpsons episode…

The one called ‘Bart versus Australia,’ where Homer learns that the American embassy, even if located in Australia, is still considered American soil… and so he does this:

It’s a funny memory that has stayed with me since I was a kid. Well I did my own Homer today…

One foot in sister’s territory… and one foot in my parents’ territory!

Parents’ house.

Sister’s house.

Parents’ house.

Sister’s house.

This is going to be FUN! 🤣👍💖😁

#1817 Laughing with a loved one

What a beautiful thing it is to laugh.

It feels like a privilege even, to pay someone to make you laugh. I mean, to get those belly-aching jiggles, gasping for air, stamping your foot guffaws, I don’t know…

It’s wonderful.

But what if, you didn’t even have to pay???

I cashed in my competition win tonight. Because I had won a competition on a page I follow on facebook, I was able to take sis with me to see the amazing AKMAL tonight!

Yes, he’s not there. I know. 😂😉

Oh my God, he was hilarious. Swearing all over the place, making fun of people in the first few rows, offending all walks of life every which way.

(Note to self, never book front row seats at a comedy show).

To laugh, to let go. It really is an honour. Sis and I certainly guffawed, and we continued our night out by getting a nearby coffee…

It has been so long. I always appreciate things, but I appreciate them all the more now after the year we’ve had. Sis mentioned how lovely the restaurant was, and I had to agree, it had a warm cosiness to it…

But then I thought later…

Even if we were in a tiny cramped milkbar…

Or sitting on a rickety park bench…

Or holed up in a stinky dingy bar (mind you we avoided the male-dominated, cheap looking pub, but you get my drift)…

As long as we were together, it would be the best night ever.

And so it was. 💖💖

#1804 The overdue catch up

Today was a freaking great day.

It was a well, long, severely overdue day… because we hadn’t seen some of our besties, Best Man and Fam, for a whole year.

You all know why. Hey, the whole world knows why.

What made it even better? Well, my sis and bro-in-law were invited too ❤❤

Other things that made it beautiful?

The perfect blue sky…

The sunny weather…

The amazing food…

The special cocktails…

The diverse music…

But most of all? The best company 😍😍

#1786 An adventurous day

It’s too late in the night/too early in the morning for me to think up a more adventurous post.

But today truly was about adventure.

People, places, memories.

The night ended with Hubbie’ s cousins over for a last-minute, impromptu visit… but aren’t those the best? The ones where the kids are screaming excitedly as they run from room to room, the grown-ups voices and the music from the speaker compete against each other, each trying to drown the other out, and where you go back in time, sharing memories and funny stories.

It was adventure in our minds.

The middle of the day had my sis and nephew pop over… and well that was a different type of discovery, but for them, not so much me.

Still, taking them around, and explaining the ins and outs of the town, showing them great locations… seeing the joy on their faces, made me share the journey with them as if it were the first time.

It was living the first-time adventure in our town, vicariously through them.

But I need to make special mention to the beginning, the start of the day…

Because that was adventure, in the true sense of the word.

We went to another place, we lived, we enjoyed, we explored.

We caught up with baby girl’s cousins at the Enchanted Adventure Garden, and it was a different kind of day, let me tell you.

Because it drizzled, almost all day. My hair was a bomb site through it all, and often we found ourselves in a maze, on the tube slides, or taking photos, all while a consistent stream of wispy rain came down.

It didn’t stop the magic though. Or the wonder.

It proved to me, that where there’s a will, there’s always a way. Rain, hail or shine… in our case it was definitely the former.

And if you wanna have fun, make the most out of the day, and make memories, you will.

It was finding adventure, fun and happiness, despite what life threw at us.

And you know what? The unexpectedness of rain made it that much more adventurous.

Of course. Rain. 💦

#1776 Thank God It’s Christmas

“Oh, my love, we’ve had our share of tears

Oh, my friend, we’ve had our hopes and fears…”

Did you know Queen has a Christmas song? Actually, two that I know of. The one I’m referring to, the same title as my blog post, well I discovered it a few months ago.

But upon finding it to play, I struggled to get through it without tears in my eyes, as the lyrics hit me hard, having gone through some issues at the time.

This morning, I put it on repeat, several times.

“Oh, my friends, it’s been a long hard year

But now it’s Christmas

Yes it’s Christmas

Thank God it’s Christmas.”

Those were my sentiments exactly, and I went into Christmas at my parents house, shared with my sister and her family, feeling utterly grateful.

Snapshots of Christmas 2020.

You might notice a plate of lemons in there. Well you see, lemons are the right fruit to refer to with what I’m about to share, having played an important part of a moment I had today.

Not only was I grateful to be amongst family after a year like no other, where hardship and difficulty seemed to arrive at every opportunity, but it was a bittersweet Christmas in that it would be the last at my childhood home before my parents moved house.

It was a Christmas, like so many we’d had there before… full of love, happiness, laughter, and great memories. But every now and then, it hit me – CRAP, this was our last one there.

I was cutting up lemons for our evening prawn feast, when it struck me again.

Last Christmas here.

And suddenly, it was bittersweet. Much like the lemons. On their own they were hard to take, your face screwed up when you bit into it, they were so sour…

But in accompaniment, with something else, like prawns… with a martini… or with honey… somehow it tasted a lot better.

It was great, even desirable.

Much like this last Christmas.

It wasn’t the last, but it would be the last there.

I could take it though. I could take it, because I still took with me all the memories of being there, celebrating Christmas after Christmas with my family and friends, all throughout the years.

Most importantly, I was taking the most important thing with me.

My family.

As if on cue, INXS’s ‘Don’t Change’ came on the radio, and I had to smile.

If only there were no change. Things would be so easy, with everything staying the same, static, and with no room to move.

But that’s the point of life you see. To grow. To evolve.

There MUST be change.

So I took the lemons to the table, and we enjoyed them in the best prawn feast ever.

Merry Christmas. 🎄🎅💖🤶

#1763 A proper Saturday in December

Well, it’s Saturday night.

Or should I say, Sunday early morning.

1:30am.

And, I’m only writing this NOW.

What does that mean?

It was a Saturday night, of old.

Meaning, it was good. 😁

It meant we were busy. We saw people. We had fun.

We saw people we loved. We made memories.

It was a truly full day.

From a beautiful catch-up with my besties for our annual KK catch-up, with food sharing, drink-clinking, wrapping paper flying, and adults vying for the loud title over the kiddies…

To a long overdue solo catch-up at my sister’s place, with music blaring, pets scurrying about, laughter amid d&m’s, and most importantly, love all around…

It felt like the Saturdays we used to have, pre-covid.

The good ol’ Saturdays. Hopefully, we make them new again.

And like these random (😉) kids splashing at the beach… I hope mine, and your weekends ahead in the holiday season, are filled with spontaneity, excitement, fun and adventure…

Much like mine was today. And I reckon for these kids too. ❤❤❤❤