#2552 Simple beach ’30’

There are many types of beach visits, and you learn all of them once you start to fully embrace and live the beach life.

There is the ‘bring everything including the kitchen sink’ beach visit, where you have the beach trolley, umbrellas, chairs, the tent, boogie boards, sand castle accessories, towels and food and drinks and basically, most of your house.

This is when you’re going to enjoy most of the day there, and go through at least 2 meal sessions. 🀣

Then there is the ‘in-between’ visit. You’ll probably be there a few hours, and you probably won’t bring the beach trolley, but you’ll still have some chairs, some beach toy accessories, and then of course snacks and water because you still need to be hydrated and all that jazz.

Then there is the quick, ‘dip in/dip out,’ or talk a walk along the beach visit.

These are timed, and involved the bare minimum to aid in the ease and simplicity of getting there and back.

We did this, the latter today.

Sure it was a hot day, but we were still getting over last night’s New Year’s Eve. Also, the thought of taking many things to the beach (even an ‘in-between’ visit) felt hard, especially when it was over 30.

So I struck a deal with a tired Hubbie.

(I gotta admit, the deal suited me too because this pregnancy is making me really S-L-O-W).

I said “let’s head down, everyone carries their own minimal stuff, go in, 30 minutes, go out.”


And so it was. Here’s how you do a simple, timed, quick and refreshing beach visit.

Bikinis on at home, dresses on top (for Hubbie shorts and singlet).

Sunscreen is applied at home too.

Everyone carries their own towel, hat, and sunnies. Water bottles remain in the car (sip before you leave!) And personal belongings, phones and keys, are in the tiniest little carry bag.

Drive to the beach. Drop stuff on the sand nearest water (belongings hidden in towel).

And go! 30 minutes begins!

30 minutes go by so quick though. Don’t be surprised if you want more. πŸ™

Despite how busy today was at our local, we sat in the shallow waters and found so much peace in just watching the water wash over our legs, splashing against our bodies.

Go home, shower… and then order takeaway, because nobody got time for cooking when humidity is killing you in the house. 🀣

#2525 Ahhh

This is the sound I make now that I’m getting a break.


Last week was very intense. The weeks leading up to it were too, but then last week I was working 4 days, planning a shin-dig, while looking after home restorations and tradies WHILE working from home, then in the immediate lead-up to the shin-dig had my work Christmas party, a kids birthday, and an engagement party.

All while organising said shin-dig! πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

Now that it’s over, I am exhausted. My body has gone NUP. NUP NUP NUP.

Been tired all day. Baby has resumed kicking… I think baby was worried about my stress levels and concerningly was keeping mum for a while, but all is good again… the kicks are decent, noticeable, and big. Yes my insides are getting a beating and I’m happy about it, thank you very much.

I have spent so much time go-go-going, that as I sit here tonight I’m like…


This feels good. I might just stay here a while… πŸ™πŸ’–

#2459 It’s good to be Friday

This week has just been a really big, full, mind-f$%k of a week.

I’ve already outlined the reasons earlier this week, many times, so I won’t do it again.

But I’m tired. My head is full. There is so much happening. It hasn’t been easy. It’s felt unrelenting.

Yes, it’s also been fun. But so, so busy.

And so to put an end to this week, and go ahhh…

Looking forward to a sleep in. 😴

Looking forward to just, cleaning the house and doing the washing! 🧽🧹

Looking forward to blasting a few (or 8) records from the player. 🎢

Looking forward to the sunshine. 🌞

Looking forward to catching up with friends. πŸ’–

All of this has me grateful that I’m finally, HERE. πŸ™

#2458 Revisiting the tulips

It’s been a busy school holiday period, what with 🀰and appointments, being busy with house renos 🏑 and then the normal everyday joys of work and routine keeping us going on going on with not much free time.

We have had some fun, but I’ve been yearning to take baby girl out for a whole day, to see and do something special, specific to the school holidays.

After a 4 year break, half of it due to covid, we ventured back to Silvan to visit the tulips at the Tesselaar Tulip Festival.

I tried to make the day as special for her as possible. I said yes as often as I could – yes to craft activities, yes to watching Paw Patrol on stage, yes to the fairy figurines she wanted to buy, yes to the cookies… πŸ™„πŸ€£

I am now so pooped beyond recognition and I think so is she, that I’m almost glad to be staying home tomorrow and working. πŸ˜†

#2450 Happy day in many happy ways

Today was one of those exceptionally full days. There early wake-up, appointments, brunches and finishing jobs, starting jobs, car and home and car and home, and then even a Zoom seminar to top it all off.

No wonder I’m feeling absolutely spent. πŸ₯±

But it was a good day, in so many ways.

I started off my day with a GTT test – the glucose tolerance test as a part of pregnancy. I had to spend two hours at the pathology centre, and contend with rising and then falling sugar in my system on a bare stomach, but the time actually went quickly, and I even spent the second hour writing on my laptop (which I brought with me, tee hee hee).

Fast forward to later on in the day, and our painting upstairs is done! That is super exciting for us, now we just need the blind people to come and install our sheers and blinds, which will be happening soon.

I got a parcel of belly cream which I placed on order not too long ago, and I ended the day doing a one-night Zoom seminar via the Australian Writers’ Centre, focusing on story openings. I think the tutor Pamela Freeman is amazing, having taught me before in another online AWC class, and I got so much from this one tonight on tightening and sharpening the beginning chapter of your novel, my head was absolutely swimming with information and trying to work out how I would make it work!

But perhaps the most touching and heart-warming parts of the day were very, very simple.

Sure, we had a beautiful brunch together, that was a family brunch, not a couple brunch, because baby girl is on school holidays…

And even though I gorged on food after fasting (mine AND theirs!), the sweetest moment actually came before that when I walked into the cafe, looking for them, after having left the house super early for my GTT, and found them at a table. Their smiles were so sweet, they were so welcoming, and there was something really lovely about coming in and finding my family waiting for me, it made me feel like home…

There was a face painter on the Main Street, and baby girl lined up after our brunch to get a face hand painting done for free, as part of the school hols…

And though that was sweet too, it wasn’t the best.

Standing in line with her waiting to get it done was the highlight. The face painter was actually her face painter, the woman we had recently for her birthday. She recognised us by name and asked how we were, and I asked how she was, and an unspoken agreement occurred between us, unsaid but felt and recognised by us and only us in the crowd and queue of people all around, because of the very personal conversation we had had that day of baby girl and mine’s party, right before we had announced we were expecting again.

So I was thinking of her while talking to her, and then this flute player, she had what can only be described as one of those traditional flute type instruments, but it’s not a flute, the instrument is wooden and has like 5 or 6 holes that you blow across and sounds like mountain music, and this person who was playing and just literally 2 metres away from us, starting playing an Abba song.

And as I realised the song, the meaning, the moment, who was there, all that had transpired, and where we now were in life, it all really got to me, and I got teary. The song has great meaning for me, and every time I hear a song like this on the ‘other side,’ I get super grateful as well as super emotional.

I’m counting all the happy times, ’cause God knows the Universe owes me a thousand rain checks.


β€œChiquitita you and I know

How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving

You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end

You will have no time for grieving

Chiquitita you and I cry

But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you

Let me hear you sing once more like you did before

Sing a new song Chiquitita.”

#2384 Day 3

So today was pretty crappy.

I spent it all in a horizontal position, spaced out of my head, aching and tired and fatigued beyond belief.

You know how when you get busy, or you just get OVER life, you think to yourself how you wouldn’t mind being sick, just so you can lay around all day and catch up on stuff? (No, just me?)

Well I do think that sometimes. The idea of having time off from life, to just do nothing, maybe read, watching TV, chill out, is super appealing.

But you see, in this scenario, we always forget… we are sick.

Being sick, sucks.

I am still negative, and I feel anything but.

But I’m hopeful that this was the worst day. I am focused on lights, tunnels, getting to the other side and finding that pot at the end of the rainbow, and I just need to keep reminding myself of that amongst these days of endless masks, tiredness, Glen 20, and counting down the days…

#2272 Sprinkler time

I really wanted to go to the beach today. I even told baby girl we would go, which I NEVER do unless I am absolutely certain we are going, for fear of disappointing her sweet heart if plans change.

But I was tired. Yesterday was a big day and I was still getting over it. Also, I had loads of washing to do. Like LOADS. I had to organise myself, the family, for the week ahead, do groceries, tidy up…

Suddenly, it felt too hard. Even with a beautiful still 27 degrees, it felt like it was too much work what with all of the above.

So instead, we brought the beach to US. Kinda.

With the sprinkler.

With the water winking at us on the horizon, we set it up in the late afternoon. It had the desired effect on baby girl, as she squealed and screamed repeatedly, so happy with the water spurt set-up.

In the first photo she is clothed, but obviously that didn’t last running through water, so she changed into some bathers, in photo two. 🀣

I even ran through with it with her… and I have to say, there’s no wake up call quite like wearing a dress and running over a sprinkler! πŸ˜¬πŸ€£πŸ’¦πŸ’¦

#2105 Martini season

You can be rest assured if you drink alcohol and visit me in the next few months, I will more than likely serve you this:

As I did tonight! We caught up with some old and dear friends, and I must say I am getting better, because the froth was thicker on tonight’s espresso martinis… sure not as thick as that bartender one I had when we dined at Main Street some weeks ago, but it’s getting there!

It’s wonderful that we can have these catch-ups again, but I must say, I am POOPED. I am out of social practice… just as well that drink has caffeine, much needed in these still early post-lockdown-weaning days. 🀣

#2083 Happy hours begin

We went out to dinner tonight, but we’d debated it for a good few hours beforehand.

After initially feeling fine from the second vaccine dose yesterday, I had chills and aches overnight that ended with me taking two panadols, and that trend continued to lunchtime today.

But I wanted to be better! I wanted to make the most of it, we were on holiday!

Hubbie wanted to be good too… but it was starting to hit him, the vaccine after-effects of sleepiness, drowsiness.

But, eventually, we went F*&k it.

We were gonna go partake in some happiness.

It was happy hour time.

But really, it is the time of happy hours. ALL the hours are happy, because we can choose to go out or not, to do as we please when it pleases us, and this I think is what is most exciting of all.

Not so much that we sat in the restaurant and entered the shops…

But that we could. We CAN. πŸ™πŸ’–