#1582 Day 84 of getting there: Soon we’ll be found

It was Sunday night dinner-time, we were doing our usual youtube merry-go-round, and it was my time to pick a song.

I was over the same old, same old. We played the same songs repeatedly.

Hubbie would play The Weeknd, or the freaking Roses song. Oh if you haven’t heard it, look up Roses by SAINt JHN remix.

I ain’t putting it on here. I hear it too much already. It’s a great song, but you know when someone repeats something so much, they absolutely kill it for you?

That’s what Hubbie does.

The other song he had only rediscovered this morning was Don’t Let Me Down by Chainsmokers and Daya. It’s only a few years old, but he had forgotten about it, only to remember it all over again and play it again, repeatedly throughout the day. And again, check out the song on youtube… but this song gets bloody stuck in your head to the point that you’re like ARGH! Get it out!

Baby girl sways strongly between the two of us. She will put on a song Hubbie loves, or I love… or she’ll go and put on Dance Monkey which she was obsessed with ’til recently, or some Frozen music medley, which can sometimes go on for 20 minutes, so we force a cap of 4-5 minutes.

Me on the other hand, well you all know I am massively into music royalty at the moment, i.e. Queen. And I punctuate that currently with Madonna and Prince. But like I said, we’ve been listening to the same old, for too long, and I wanted my turn to be something different, something we hadn’t heard in a while.

Something slow. I was in a heartfelt song mood.

It then hit me.

“What’s that SIA song?” I asked Hubbie, the biggest SIA fan I know. “Where she sings “I’m tired, can we just sleep tonight…?”

He continued the song, catching the words before he said confidently “Soon we’ll be found” and started clicking away on youtube.

He brought up a 2008 performance on Letterman. Yes, David Letterman. I was stunned that a year before we had gotten married, this Aussie chick was heading over to the U.S and making her big American debut.

You go girl.

“Let’s not fight, I’m tired can’t we just sleep, tonight…”

It’s a great performance. She sings it better than she does the recorded version, and watching her hands perform is as mesmerising as listening to her voice.

She is uncovered, so this is truly back in the day. No hair to hide behind, no short blonde do that covers her eyes and nose just so. She is characteristic SIA, which is one of the reasons why we love her, and she is giddy with happiness when she finishes her performance, jumping up and down in joy which can only be interpreted as “I did it! I performed on Letterman!”

It is so wonderful to watch.

The performance begins after 1:10. The song is moving and takes you on a journey, and it fit my mood perfectly tonight.

My favourite line? “Let’s not fight, I’m tired can’t we just sleep, tonight?”

So beautiful. Enjoy, as we all did.

#1512 Day 14 of getting there: Like a Virgin in 1985

It was Sunday night dinner, so that also meant it was everyone-picks-a-song-they-want-from-youtube night.

When it was my time I threw a super curveball at Hubbie, as it was nothing I had requested before… “Can you see if you can find Madonna, Dress You Up, live?”

He found the original clip for the song, which was from her Like A Virgin tour as I’d wanted… but it was the official video, and so the studio recording was used as the audio, NOT the live concert version.

And I KNEW the difference.

I knew, because back when I was 12 years old, there was a 3 month period where my parents succumbed to cable TV. It was meant to stay at $30 a month, so when it went up by a few bucks after that initial period, they ordered me to call up and cancel… typical parents. 😉

But in those 3 months, I purged on as much extra channels as I could. I watched heaps of Freddy Krueger sequels… tonnes of C-grade teen movies… and the best find of all, was Madonna’s 1985 Like A Virgin concert tour filmed in Detroit.

I inhaled this doco. I savoured it. I taped it, and watched it again and again and again. I knew most of the songs already, but then I learnt some of her lesser known hits like the rock-grungy Gambler, and super-catchy Over and Over. 

I learnt the dance moves. I picked up the bits where her concert version deviated from the album recordings. I knew every single phrase and word uttered in song and to the audience, every –

“That goes for you too Grandma!” at the start of Holiday.

Her emotional – “I gotta talk fast ’cause I might start crying,” when she addressed the audience.

“Do you wanna hear some more? I said, ‘do you wanna hear some more?'”

To her “I don’t need money I need love!” declaration during Material Girl.

Tonight, as I eventually found the original LIVE version on youtube, I realised I had found so much more.

Because I had found the complete concert.

!!!!

It was all there, the entire hour set.

I was rapt. :):):)

I sang and I danced. I gasped that I was still able to remember lines and conversations. I sang along as we finished dinner, I washed the dishes, and then I worked some more on our 1000 piece puzzle (yeah we were wrong when we thought it was only 500 or so… double that!)

It made me soooo happy. It took me back to my childhood. It took me back to a simpler time.

And oh, the 80s! What brilliant fun that was! Seeing the fashion, the hair, feeling the iconic music…

HOLIDAY!

I can’t believe it, I remembered it ALL.

“I went to New York, I had a dream.

I wanted to be a big star.

I didn’t know anybody.

I wanted to dance, I wanted to sing,

I wanted to do all those things,

I wanted to make people happy,

I wanted to be famous 

I wanted everybody to love me,

I wanted to be a star

I worked really hard

And my dream came true.”

BANG! That is her Like a Virgin concert opening monologue and that all came from my head! BOOM! Word for word it is imprinted in there.

And just because, 80s music can save us all, here is the opener…

 

#1485 Photos from a public holiday

After cleaning all day Saturday and then having our friends over that night, versus going to three different places NO LESS yesterday and being away from the house for 12 hours, it was so well-timed that we had another day to relax, chill and catch-up, on this public holiday day.

Some photos, that capture the quiet (and maybe some crazy):

A bike ride to the park

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The swings… what else?

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Baby girl deciding to catch tonight’s sunset (ain’t she got great aim? ;))

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And then moi, deciding to catch tonight’s FULL MOON

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You can’t control crazy-busy weekends, you gotta take them as they come, because as sure as they fly over so too do those long and quiet days settle in when the weather gets colder… but it sure is a blessing to have an extra day, somewhere, anywhere, to allow you to relax… just a bit.

Ahhh.

#1484 A happy Sunday

A happy Sunday? How can the end of the weekend, where you have free time, catching up on stuff and doing what you like, sleeping in and going about life in a leisurely manner, how can a day that means the end of that, be good?

Ahh. If you have a public holiday the day after.

😉

We went into today pretty happy with ourselves and the days ahead. Not only did we have my cousin’s big birthday, but knowing we were all off from work/school tomorrow, made it all the more terrific.

A couple pit stops later at my parents’ place and then sis and bro-in-law’s was then definitely in order to prolong the weekend and really feel the long weekend holiday vibes.

😁❤😏

 

#1372 Soulful Sundays no. 2

Today, the park.

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In the afternoon.

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I love how this local park is walking distance… and right near a cafe 😉

I love how the day was so fresh, yet got so sunny as soon as baby girl started climbing the rails underneath those blue skies.

I love how her 3 ponytails hung from her head, this monkey child of mine.

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I love how it felt so peaceful, and we found this quiet so close to home.

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♥

#1335 To market, to market

Until I moved here, I didn’t realise how much I enjoyed one very particular thing.

MARKETS. On the Mornington Peninsula, they are abundant in their offerings.

They happen all the time. Every weekend you will find a market happening somewhere. There are seasonal markets, monthly market, and even weekly markets.

The Mornington Wednesday Market occurs on the Main Street every hump day, rain hail or shine.

The Mt Eliza Farmers Market is held on the 4th Sunday of each month.

And then you’ll find something like the Emu Plains Market in Balnarring, open once-monthly on Saturdays through the warmer months, and then hibernates their stalls, food trucks and jumping castle, over Winter.

So many markets. 

There are specialty markets that appear at the same time each year, and there are also new markets being created ALL THE TIME.

I personally, love it.

And yet I nearly missed today’s one. Thank God for social media. Facebook gave me a reminder last night, and so after picking up baby girl from school, we freshened up at home before heading down the road to the –

Soul Market. Yep.

This one is held once, maybe twice yearly. It’s a smaller venue, but so close to us, that if I knew I wouldn’t have to drag a tired baby girl home once all was looked at and oohed and ahhed, we could have a really good walk up and back from there.

We walked the rooms, shared some twisted potatoes, and enjoyed the fact, that hell, it was Friday.

For a small market, it was really high in quality with what I was presented with. I saw a lot of beautiful and special things, and, I couldn’t help myself…

I bought things. 🤭

Can you blame me? I happened across a row of Vintage dresses with the price tag of $25 tagged on the top of the clothes rack, and then I spied a really cute and fun dress, and a familiar tag…

Alannah Hill.

For $25???

I didn’t even try it on. I put it on later at home. 😉

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And that other item there? Natural deodorant. I have seen these things around lately in many forms and brands, and so when I saw the lovely lady there with pamphlets in hand and ready to offer demonstrations (and apply all the different kinds to my skin, now that is personal service!) I was more than ready to buy.

It was a nice and slow afternoon wind-down, a wind-down from this week, this month, and this cold weather…

And to think, I could possibly do it all again, as soon as this Sunday.

Because it’s the Mornington Racecourse Market. 🤷‍♀️🤣

#1316 The Briars Market

Today we finally got a chance to go to the Briars market.

I have been hearing about the Briars for some time now. Funnily enough, it is only a short 5 or so minute drive down the road from us, and we kind of, accidentally stumbled upon it on mine and Hubbie’s last day off on Wednesday when we were looking for nurseries, in search of plants for our front yard.

The Briars is a historic property steeped in history. Its settlement dates back to 1840, by retired army officer Captain James Reid. It was one of the first houses built in Mornington Peninsula by Europeans, and the Historic Homestead remains as this link back in time.

The beautiful and hilly grounds are comprised of 230 hectares of trees and gardens, wide, rolling hills, and contain a nursery (which we came across the other day), a Wildlife Sanctuary, the Historic Homestead, even an Astronomy Centre amongst many other points of interest.

Due to its wide and expansive location, it also makes sense that it can hold a market or two. Enter the Briars market. Held once a month in the sunnier parts of the year, stall holders and local produce people converge in stalls to bring the locals and those who travel from far, something to see and do with the family on a Sunday.

Well it was our time to see it today. While we didn’t stay for long and didn’t buy anything, it was a pleasure to walk its grounds and breathe in the crisp Spring air… and going by the historic nature of the grounds, it’s a place I would love to re-visit and explore, to plant my roots as it were, into this most humble and cherished of Peninsula grounds.

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#1295 Sunday surprises

It’s a lot nicer when you don’t expect anything, and then the opposite occurs.

Something. We were happily bound to our home for the day, Sunday, the first day of Spring (yippee!) and also, Father’s Day.

Baby girl had happily helped her Dad open up his presents after our late morning breakfast, still on a high from the night before yet feeling the lack of sleep, when I got word, that our quiet day might be different.

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I had seen my Dad at my bro-in-law’s birthday the night before after all… I had seen my whole family. 

But then I heard my Mum and Dad were going to my sister’s place for a quick visit, and so then we might as well pop on by…

And what started as a very non-expectant day, had us around a table talking, laughing, and then watching the rain pour down later when the clouds decided to merge overhead.

It didn’t affect the sunset though. Just as I had been longing for Winter to be over, just as quickly it came to an end… and this seems to happen every year. June, July and the start of August feel so long, then mine and baby girl’s birthday passes and it no time – BANG!

Spring. Sunshine. Sunsets like this:

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And so the message really is… don’t expect anything. Things are that much sweeter when you think of not much at all…

#1285 Looking forward to 3

It’s all about numbers ain’t it? Yesterday 7, today 3.

And you know what has me sooo relieved and happy today?

Baby girl has a curriculum day tomorrow. Friday.

I have finished work. Which means no shift on, Saturday.

Sunday, is well… Sunday.

I have three days off in a row.

Three sleep-ins in a row!

I am on the cusp of all this slumber, and I CAN’T WAIT!!!