#1724 Day 226 of getting there: First 2020 Beach Day

I’m calling it!

And it’s not even a Summer beach day…

It’s a Spring beach day!

Winning!

(For myself and half the state today, it seemed πŸ™„…)

November 3rd.

Now, it’s not the earliest beach visit we’ve ever made post-cold weather. In 2017 we got there mid-October, which I consider a feat with all of those freezing cold Spring mornings.

But 2017 didn’t have covid either.

EVERYONE was at the beach today. We also popped down, chilled for a couple of hours, dipped our toes in the not-yet-warm, icy waters, and just breathed.

It felt like we were on holiday time.

There was the beach visit.

We were all home.

It was warm, hot.

Hubbie had 2 days off IN A ROW, that is cause for celebration!

(I had to keep reminding myself that baby girl goes to school tomorrow!)

It seriously felt like we were on extended holiday. And it made it all the more sweeter, because we were home.

This is why we moved. To get more of this. The last few months have been challenging to say the least, and I have more obstacles to overcome, and more hurdles to jump ’til I can say I am finally there.

But today gave me a taste of the beautiful life that is to come.

And it’s seriously, beautiful. 😍

#1688 Day 190 of getting there: Spring walk to the park

You know what’s better than a fresh spring walk around the block?

Well, a fresh spring walk around the block, that leads to a park!

Today was park 4 out of the 5 within our 5kms. It was spur of the moment, as baby girl and I were chasing sunshine-y spots in the late afternoon sun along the footpath, and I knew that taking a longer route, would also lead us to the very well lit up park not too far from home.

She was all too happy to take that detour. 😁

I’m just so tired of being in the box. Of being in the box known as home. Gee, I love our home, and what we have created, and what we are creating…

But shit. You need a break. I need a break.

I wanted the sun on my face.

I wanted to feel the early evening chill start to settle around us.

I wanted to feel the cold seep through my clothes.

I wanted to move my body, and stretch, and look upwards, shield my eyes from the sky, hide from magpies, and look for the regular neighbourhood cats that we just know would be friends with our mate Mister F if they lived closer.

I wanted to do, and feel it all. And we did. πŸ’–

#1680 Day 182 of getting there: Spring in the house, Spring in the yard, Spring in our step

Today I really embraced the season we are in.

I did some pretty elbow-greasing Spring cleaning.

To some extent, I’ve been very slowly Spring cleaning since covid began in Autumn. Clearing out shelves, closets, drawers… throwing things out, making things neat and orderly, finding items a new home…

But then there is nothing quite like opening the doors and really getting into it, especially on a mild day like today.

Often I don’t plan to clean. Especially the major things… the motivation just HITS ME. Like today, I observed our kitchen fan, and how we had never cleaned it since our new kitchen was installed…

Um, almost 2 years ago now?

😳

So on a whim, I cleaned it all.

I just couldn’t stop there though. After that super-greasy task, I cleared through drawers in baby girl’s room, throwing out old stuff, went through other rooms, decluttering… and by 5pm, I realised one major thing.

Actually, two.

I was pooped. Exhausted. Cleaning things out of your life can be therapeutic but awfully tiring.

And… I had barely been outside.

I know. It was so lovely out, it was a shame to have spent the whole day inside…

So I called it. A quick family, 5 minute walk around the block before dinner.

Our home was showing signs of my Spring cleaning everywhere. And the front yard was showing signs of Spring too.

We had greenery sprouting everywhere. This one plant near our front door has literally grown 20 centimetres in a matter of a week. My tulips are reaching for the sky, the birds of paradise are facing the sun, the succulent is loving the season, and my roses aren’t blooming yet, but seeing their abundant green leaves gives me so much happiness.

Then we walked. Boy do I miss not having a mask on my face, to truly be able to breathe in the fresh air. But soon. I believe we are really getting there.

My family does too.

πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

#1679 Day 181 of getting there: the warmer days are foretelling

What happened today?

I came downstairs on this Saturday morning, much like I’ve come downstairs every Saturday morning for the past 5 months…

In my long-sleeved pj pants, my long-sleeved pj top, nightgown ON TOP of that, and sleep socks and moccasins on my feet.

I got some stuff out for brekkie. Then I went to feed Mister F, and let him out, as usual…

But as I opened the door, something hit me.

HUMIDITY.

And, FLIES.

What? When did it change so suddenly to late Spring?

But so it was today.

And I had 3 outfit changes…

I wore a black t-shirt with jeans when I went grocery shopping…

I wore a black singlet with ankle length capri-type pants when I took baby girl to the park later…

And then this evening, I put on a dress!

WHAT?

I haven’t worn any of these items since pre-covid. And to wear short sleeves, a dress even, well it blew my mind.

It really made me feel like the good ol’ days. Of going out. When I didn’t live in trakkies. When the days were warm, busy and full of social gatherings.

And so today, it started to feel all the more closer.

Here’s a pic of baby girl reaching for the sky today.

And for once, it feels achievable. πŸ’–

#1673 Day 175 of getting there: up to my eyeballs in photos

In the afternoon, on this glorious sunny Spring Sunday, I went upstairs to sit on the bed, rays of sunshine streaming through the window, and proceeded to fill up photo albums with photos.

It’s been a mammoth task I’ve been trying to do for the longest time, even pre-iso… but being in iso, makes things all the more easier to do.

I sat for a few hours, and filed up to 800 photos.

800 photos.

What makes this horrific, is that these photos are from 2015.

Yes, it is shocking that I am over 5 years behind in my photo record-keeping. But this isn’t even the major reason why the 800 photos are horrific.

It’s horrific because, those photos are from Jan 2015… to July 2015.

800 photos from only that small time frame!

And it isn’t even ALL of Jan, or ALL or July that’s included…

So if we take 800 photos, per 6 months…

That’s 1600 photos a year.

Times 5…

8000!

😲😲

I can’t be printing out photos at that rate!

But yet, photos. Memories.

I kinda have to.

So despite all my catchup today, of putting printed out tangible photos into sleeves of photo albums, I think I’m going to have to start doing the photo book thing.

The photos are lasered or printed on the paper, so the pages don’t become bulky, and with the slim book design, they are smaller and easier to store.

I love having a record of photos taken. Sure I keep them digitally too, but there’s nothing like going back in time as you leaf through memories of the past…

So tell me. How do you store photos? Do you print, or make photo books? And if you do photo books, which ones are the best ones? Help me please!

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#1667 Day 169 of getting there: finding the meaning of life, amidst death

I was beyond shocked at about midday today.

I was working from home when an old work colleague called me.

She told me that a mutual friend of ours, our old work friend, had died.

She cried, and I said ‘Oh my God,’ repeatedly.

It wasn’t that much of a shock. In terms of, we knew she had been battling a serious illness for years now.

But she had been winning. She had been beating it, time and time again, and I really felt like her bubbly personality and upbeat attitude would actually kick its arse.

I really did. I thought she had.

I read her posts on facebook, and I also followed her journey, taking in eagerly her updates that she was getting better, she was part of the small percentage that was still alive since her original diagnosis, watching her face on the screen of my mobile, all happy and positive, the way I used to see her when we worked together.

Back in the party shop days, when we were both in uni. We’d usually work the same Friday night shift, 4pm-8pm, and she’d fill me in on her weekend plans, the clubs she would frequent, the friends she would go out with. She was so bubbly. So positive. I don’t think I ever saw her mad. EVER. Even when a sad or sore topic crossed her lips, all it did was lower her voice, make her eyes go distant for only a moment…

But then she’d be back. That happy girl we all knew.

Today on the phone, my old work friend cried. I just stared at my computer screen, my mind blank with shock. I told her I’d call her back to have a good chat… I was at work, and had to process it all. She urged me to check out the facebook page that confirmed the sad news.

We hung up, and I knew I shouldn’t have… not just because I was at work, but because my mind was already becoming a jumbled mess.

But I did. I looked up the facebook page and burst into tears.

Why? Why her? How? She was 2 years younger than me. She was 34 when she died, months ago, and we’d only found out now. My heart sobbed. I felt sad all over. I thought of her again and again, her fight, her courage, her strength…

I struggled to think of memories. They were from so long ago, over a decade now. But slowly they came back, more and more.

Her long nails that she kept immaculate, strong and healthy despite all the balloons we tied and dust we encountered.

I remembered her 21st birthday. It was in a huge hall and she had hundreds of people there. She was dating a guy she was rapt about at the time, but he ended up to be a bit of a douche. I have to say, I wasn’t surprised about him when she later told us.

But I was beyond floored to hear the news of her death today.

Why? How? How did this happen? She had a loving family. A wide circle of friends.

She was going places. She loved her job. She was motivated. Dedicated. hard-working. Fun and cheeky and hilarious.

How did this happen?

This afternoon, my thoughts went into a deep, dark place. I cried over my keyboard, and then Hubbie came home for lunch and I cried some more.

He just nodded. He understood.

I told him I was scared. “What’s the point of life… we’re all leading towards death, or heading towards watching all our loved ones die. I’m scared to love anyone.”

I struggled with these thoughts. To and fro I went, battling, thinking of her, thinking how life was scary, life was unfair… life didn’t ask you. Things happened.

Things just happened.

Nothing mattered anymore. All this coronavirus crap… seriously who cared?

We were alive! We were breathing. Hell even if I felt pain somewhere, it meant I was alive.

I was feeling. Breathing.

A few little things made me realise what was important in the second part of the day. I finished work, and instead of rushing off to do home-schooling, and start the whole routine of getting jobs done, I sat with baby girl. Watched her draw with some colouring pens she’d re-discovered.

We had our coffee break on the balcony.

I used my eyes to look at the water.

My hands to wave at the passing neighbour.

I smelt the coffee with my nose.

I felt the sunshine on my face.

I heard the wind breathing as it wrapped the warmth of Spring around us.

I was alive.

We took a walk around the block. I needed it. We looked at houses. We counted street signs. We laughed. Touched leaves. Ran.

At home, I read, on whim. I’ve been holding back, trying to not read as much in order to motivate myself to catch up on my Book Reviews for my blog… but it’s made my soul sad. My soul wants to read. I want to read.

So I read a chapter just before dinner.

Yes, if you looked at it deeply, darkly… we were all leading to inevitable death. Ours, or everyone around us.

And we didn’t know what would come first.

Bleak, yes. Not very glass half-full at all.

But we had this life to live… and to love, was to live. We had to spend our time on this earth making the most of it, enjoying the little moments, using our senses, experiencing them, and being grateful that we were granted time on this earth at all.

Doing what we wanted. What made us feel good, in our core. I realised I had really followed my heart today, because the news of our work friend passing was so upsetting, I had to do something to make myself feel better…

I am still so profoundly sad. I think of her and I feel like crying all over again. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe she’s not here anymore.

Despite everything, I spent my time doing something for me today. Something to make me smile through my sadness. Something to make me happy through my tears.

And it was made all the more meaningful tonight. Baby girl kept asking for kiss after kiss after hug after hug from us, as she lay in bed tonight. It became a joke to her, saying “one more,” every time we moved back.

But it meant something entirely different to me.

“Yes honey. One more.”

And more. And more.

And more.

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RIP SJ. πŸ’–πŸ™

#1661 Day 163 of getting there: Signs of spring in iso

Today, the sun shone through the window.

The doors were open in the house.

We sat outside during my lunch break…

And sat outside for coffee too.

And baby girl brought me a flower from the grass outside. A weed maybe, but who cares? It’s yellow, it’s bright.

All beautiful signs of spring. 🌻🌸🌹🌺

Because, it was the first day of September.

YES.

Thank you. πŸ™

#1638 Day 140 of getting there: Making room for roses and bread

Today I was an axe-wielding rose pruning machine!

Most people who passed me in my front yard, either walking their dog or running past for their daily hourly exercise, smiled at me or said hi.

Then there was that one woman that looked alightly alarmed…

Of course, I was holding an AXE.

It’s what I do come very Winter. It was rose pruning time, and I know from past years that no matter how much I prune, I always get amazing roses come through in Spring and the months that follow.

Oh I love this time of year. It’s starting to happen.

I totally diminished the size of the rose bush. I needed to get rid of as much thick or turning to brittle branches as possible.

Simple pruning scissors couldn’t do the job, all the time. So that’s when I took out the AXE.

I was amused at myself as much as anyone waking past today was amused by me.

But in the end, my deep prune has now allowed room for fresh, new growth.

I can’t wait.

But wait, there’s more! I can’t end on that, (as beautiful as that image is with a cameo from baby girl)… not when I made, bread.

Focaccia bread.

I found this recipe on Marion Grasby’s social media some time ago, and have been gearing myself up to make it for weeks.

It is soooo simple. You need to let the dough rise overnight, but even that in itself is easy. There is a fair bit of patience, but the steps to get there are really really really really simple.

It’s actually the perfect recipe to make while you’re at home over 2 days…

And let’s face it, I have been at home over 140 days (going by my ‘getting there’ posts during corona ⬆⬆⬆).

Before…

And after.

(Check out my insta profile for that insane ‘CRUNCH’ knife action! To die for!)

It was delish! I am so happy!

Making way for new roses, and making way for new recipes!

Food for the tummy… and food for the soul.

It was a great day, overall. Isolation and ALL.

#1627 Day 129 of getting there: Here comes the sun

Over this last month of winter, every time we’ve had a sunny day, a still day, or a day worthy of breathing “ahh” despite the cold, I’ve had the same lyric waft through my head.

“Here comes the sun…”

Lately, it’s getting stronger.

It’s from Madonna’s song, ‘Rain.’ It’s one of my many favourites of hers. Not just because she sings it, but rain itself is a dominant, spiritual, natural theme in my life that I draw on time and time again.

It’s cyclic emergence, and subsequent meaning, is so important to me.

And although she sings about rain, with the downpour of it being a release of emotions, she then goes on to sing about the sun.

“Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun,

And I say,

Never go away.”

Here comes the sun

It’s a little like my yin and yang post from the other day. We need a balance don’t we? Life can’t exist with just sunshine, with just rain…

But at the same time, we’ve had so much rain in our life lately.

Rain in the form of winter.

Rain in the form of crap raining down on us.

Rain in the fact that life is a lot harder for us than it used to be.

Rain in that it is absolutely guaranteed that we are collectively struggling in one form or another.

It’s metaphoric connotation is HUGE.

Today, I didn’t wear my jacket as I headed off to do the groceries. Sure it was a little fresh, but generally, I was okay.

The sun was out.

I felt the difference. It happens sometimes in late July. There will be a couple of sunshine-y days, and you can just tell, that slight shift to crisp, bright, Spring days, is just around the corner.

You can almost smell it.

I am soooo grateful. I can feel it.

“Here comes the sun…”