#1021 Start of a BIG month speaks volumes

Colours. Confetti. Joy. Love. Happiness.

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It was another Wiggles BIG show. It was also just another Wiggles show, and I have lost count of the many we have been to over the years, whether BIG or small.

It was a BIG day. And it was filled with BIG love. Because not only did we head into the city to watch the 4-coloured group perform all their best catchy songs, but we did it with family.

There’s nothing quite like making memories, laughing, singing and dancing about with those you love most.

But beyond that… sometimes you may not see someone in a while, and there is still love there.

And beyond the Australian kids entertainment group, our day kept going. We had some family friends come over this evening who we haven’t seen in a long while. Baby girl, though tired and spent and overexcited from her Wiggly day, took almost an hour, maybe more, to come out of hiding and say hello to them.

But once she did, THAT WAS IT.

Kisses. Hugs. Dancing. Love. Much like earlier in the day. But only this time it was with people that we don’t see so often.

And something very simple came up. In amongst talking about this, it was noted – “kids can tell.”

Kids don’t lie.

Whether it is with people they see on a regular basis, or people they haven’t seen in 2 years… they don’t lie. They can’t. They can ONLY tell the truth. You can read it in their behaviour towards them, and how they respond.

How they look at them.

It’s one of those Universal things that just, IS. 

And so, on the first day of December, on the first day of Summer, on the first day of what begins the madness of the Christmas and end-of-year catch-up season…

Big things are all around us at this time of year… but hopefully we can respond to it all with happiness and laughter, as long as we are with the right people.

Whether we saw them yesterday or last year.

Blood, or water. As long as there is ♥

 

 

#750 The roses keep on keeping on

I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye. I realised that, on March 1st, after dropping baby girl off at kinder, and then parking in the driveway amidst the misty morning.

Misty. So it was Autumn now. Huh.

And just like that. My most favourite season was OVER. Although sadly, despite the warmth and beach and all, because of our lack of air con, I was so concerned about whether we would survive the intense double-storey heat, that I was almost looking forward to the cooler months.

NO! Blasphemy. I know, I know (hangs head in shame).

Which is why I failed to remember to say ‘au revoir’ to Summer. I stood there then in the driveway, realising that now too, my slowly-turned, poorly-looking roses would need to be chopped back to nothing, too.

Sigh.

But then… there was a realisation. The other day when leaving the house, I noticed something.

Amidst the tired and empty looking rose bushes, in the middle of rose bush #2…

A solitary, small rose.

Suddenly, in the absence of Summer, it gave me Hope.

And then today, again leaving the house…

Another one. In rose bush #1.

I made a plan with these obvious signs of happiness, and in the late afternoon sun headed on outside to do some pruning.

Because the roses had told me, it was not over.

There is a solitary rose on each rose bush, and I am so happy to report that there are small buds blooming in other places too.

Sure, the rose bushes now resemble NOTHING to what they did when they were blooming amazingly some time ago (a report of that account can be read here, worth reading only to see baby girl’s photo bombs), but amidst the days getting shorter, the nights and mornings getting cooler, and beach days turning into couch-fests, I take solace in this last hurrah presented to me by the greenery in our front yard.

And just an extra side note for any novice gardeners like myself out there… when gardening, do wear a hat. Even if it is not sunny. Sure the sun was out today, but still, if I hadn’t been wearing one when I brushed against a set of sharp thorns today, I would have needed stitches in my head, rather than just my hat getting stuck to the roses.

#RoseWorldProblems

 

#744 Mills beach no. 2

Things happened today that required the space to think. Contemplate. Ponder the future and the possibilities that lay there.

How did this happen? Was it a cyclical thing? Is this the position of the planets, year in, year out? What else was tied to this number… sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

Today, surprising.

I promise all will make sense in due time. I need to make sense of the confusion, unanswered questions and insecurity that this day has brought, before sharing it for all to hear.

In this need of spirituality and light, of course the beach beckoned.

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It was still. 28 degrees at 6pm. Tuesday evening, and we all had the day off from work/kinder tomorrow. Locals ONLY. Trying to get in as many Summer-y days before the weather changes.

Let’s face it – none of these things even mattered. Because when you see the blue waters stretching out to the horizon, they are reason enough.

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The water gave me peace, provided me with calm and purpose, and when looking out towards the seas, I was assured that everything was happening as it should be.

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#738 Bedtime reading/singing

It’s going to be a mild night. We lay stretched out on her bed, our legs pushing back the blue sheets that will be even too much for a night like tonight.

She rests her head on my shoulder. The battery-operated ballerina lamp glows nearby.

“10 little ducks went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Mother Duck said ‘Quack Quack Quack Quack’

And only 9 little ducks came back.”

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We do this page by page, and she sings along with me, emphasising the ‘one day,’ ‘far away’ ALL the ‘Quack’s, and bops along to the sing-song-y tune.

I then have an idea. All we do is read at night in her bed as she is winding down for sleepy-time. But she has been singing a song ever since coming home from a kinder class the other day, so I put the books aside and face her.

“GALUMPH! went the little green frog one day, GALUMPH! went the little green frog!”

And so the song goes. For those that need a refresher or don’t know what the hell I’m getting all delusional about:

Is it GALUMPH? GARUMPH? PATOOF? Maybe even just WOOF, hell it’s a kids song, so anything goes.

But the slow build-up of the frog bouncing, the fun actions, leading to the jazzy “la di da di da” bit, makes the song so much fun to sing and dance to in its absolute entirety.

Even more so when you have a very cute 4 year old beside you, singing the song with absolute delight and gusto 🙂

 

 

#730 Mornington Pier

I have the fortunate problem of having too much to be grateful for today.

Nah. NEVER too much gratitude to be had.

It was a truly blissful and relaxing day. It really did feel like we were on holiday. Aside from the quiet reading I did at the park while Hubbie played some b-ball

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And the great time we had at my Uncle and Aunty’s place taking in mother nature, her finest and most organic produce, and the surrounds of heavenly greenery

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(My Uncle’s bees drinking water around the large bowl)

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It was what we did at 10:30am that had us in absolute awe.

We started off once again with no real plans after the kinder drop off was done… Hubbie mentioned coffee, it was to be guaranteed to follow on Main street, and when we appeared to be reading each other’s minds with the same café – Store Fifteen – I had to add, due to proximity’s sake –

“Why don’t we walk down to the pier?”

This man of mine loves sitting down to drink his coffee – not many takeaway cups there. But, the water called.

“Sure.”

We took our large latte and regular cappuccino, and wandered down the path in between the curving coastline and huge park that baby girl loves to frequent, until we reached closer water.

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From here on out, I think I’ll let the photos do the talking.

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It was so incredibly peaceful. There were people about, yes. But it was still. It was quiet. We stayed at the tip of the pier the longest, looking out at the world beyond.

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A nearby fisherman spoke to us, telling us he had waited for this perfect Summer’s Day for weeks. Mid 20s, 6km winds… it was the perfect day for fishing.

And we had stumbled upon it.

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We listened to the fishermens banter about bait, took in some more sunshine and pristine water views, I made small talk with a seagull… and off we went, making thanks for such a tremendously glorious sight, and vowing that the Mornington Pier walk would become a part of our wanders and visits, a bit more often.

 

#723 Sick catch-up

Unfortunately for me, Hubbie did that second coat of polish today.

My cold has since progressed from just that, a ‘cold’ affecting my nose and throat region, to waking post-midnight with chills despite a comfortable overnight low of generally 17 degrees.

Today is the worst I have felt in a very LONG time.

Why me? I asked myself.

Why now? Was the second pressing question.

I didn’t have enough energy to think it through. I slept and lay for most of the day, when I wasn’t holding my head in my hands and taking Panadol.

But an idea did occur to me earlier in the day while baby girl was at kinder, and it made 90 minutes of my day that much more bearable.

You know how you always think of taking a sick day from work, just so you can catch up on stuff? TV shows, movies, reading, anything really that you would rather be doing than work?

I always have something to catch up on… in fact ‘our’ Foxtel Planner is about 99.9% full of my shows, yet to be watched… and one in particular has been sitting there for months now, just calling out my name, but its length felt too long to tackle in one go…

but not when you are SICK.

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I watched the George Michael documentary Freedom, the one he was a key figure in the production and creation of, but that he sadly didn’t get to finish before his death. It was intriguing to revisit those early Wham years and formative solo years, right up through his long Sony court case, the death of his partner Anselmo, and the succeeding album of it all, Older.

I got sucked right in and for a moment, forget I was sick at all… and I guess when you are listening to a life filled with the dreaded fear of Aids and death of friends from it, the issues of coming out to millions of fans (including your own family) and the often tumultuous side effects that can come out of being so famous from so very young an age…

Well I guess it puts it into perspective for you, doesn’t it?

Being sick on a Summer’s day (though so crappy) isn’t the worst there is, out there.

And so for that, and many other things, George, I’m grateful.