#2023 Still getting there

As we almost close the book on August, I’m both happy and sad.

Happy that Spring is so near, as evidenced today with the sun shining through the windows most of the day, and Mister F finding a lazy spot to rest his head while basking in the light.

But I’m sad, because all that we wanted for this month has been lost yet again, and once again the month is over.

There’s a lot of letting go, and yet there’s still hope. As the warmth becomes more constant and familiar, I hope it takes away all of the uncertainty, the frustration, and the pain, replacing it with only…

LIGHT.

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#1967 The only way to make oats

A few weeks ago I watched a Jamie Oliver video on social media, and it changed my life.

So apparently, you don’t cook oats on the stove with milk, or cream as Jamie suggests.

You do it with water, the traditional Scottish way.

3 parts water to your oats. (So if you do half cup oats like me, you would follow with one and a half cups of water).

A good pinch of salt.

And then you stir and stir, letting this delicious pot of oats turn to cream in about 13-15 minutes.

OMG. It is actually amazing.

Don’t worry, you can add the sweetness you desire.

He had a whole bevy of ideas for sweet toppings, but I just went with a simple arrangement of fruits today.

You can look up the video by typing in ‘Jamie Oliver oats five ways,’ or even type in ‘Scottish oats by Jamie Oliver.’

I honestly feel like my body is shouting “thank you!” when I eat this in the morning. It’s become a bit of a recent staple, you know, being in the depths of Winter and all.

But it is important, and Chinese medicine will concur, that it’s vitally important especially at this time of year, to keep our bodies warm, and that includes from the inside out too. πŸ’–πŸ₯£

#1948 My moccasin love

I will forever be a lover, of the papuce.

That is moccasins to you, my English speaking friends. πŸ˜‰

Do not show me an ugg boot. Do you know what I say when I see an ugg boot?

Ugh.

Get it? The ugg is named aptly, because it is DAMN UGLY. Only once in my whole life have we had ugg boots in our house, and that was because baby girl got them as a gift when she was a baby, and even then when I put them on her, Hubbie stirred me forever and a day because he knows I don’t like ugg boots.

I think they pass on a baby. I mean, everything looks cute on a baby.

But, ugh. Pass on the UGG-LY boots, please.

Moccasins, ALL THE WAY.

From as long as I can remember, these things have been on my feet all year round. A couple of months around summer, I live in thong-type cushiony slippers… but these things, these moccasins, spell one thing.

HOME. 🏑

I wore them all through my childhood and teenage years, and really they remind me of my childhood home, of my parents, of keeping feet warm and protected through everything.

I mean, why would you wear basic slippers when it’s cold? There is no proper support, or protection, or warmth… they can so easily slip off.

Actually, slippers are a hazard.

Moccasins fit snugly around your foot, providing cushions of love and goodness to keep those toes toasty, all day long.

(And yes, I know ugg-ly boot lovers will argue that their boots do the same, but the fact that you have to pull them off makes them so inconvenient, and did I mention, ugly? 🀣)

I got a new pair today at the local Wednesday market, because I wore my old ones to the ground to the point that there was literally no cushioning left in the moccasins!

There has been a lot of working from home and home-schooling over the past year, so they have been in high demand. 😁

But, ahhh. A new pair of moccasins. To set me up for the cold months ahead…

Welcome papuce. Welcome. πŸ˜πŸ’–

#1821 The blue sky

I couldn’t wait to finish work today. I drove to pick up baby girl from school, and stepped out of the car to this:

Blue skies.

Beautiful.

Blissful.

So clear, so crisp, up ahead, without even a spot of a cloud.

I breathed in the mild summer air, grateful for the warmth surrounding me, looking forward to better days.

Always. πŸ’–

#1766 Love Summer

It kinda hit me as I crept out of baby girl’s room tonight.

The toilet door I passed is usually so drafty come winter time, from it’s permanently ajar window…

And yet as I went by it tonight, it was so balmy.

And I was like, “YES.”

I love this.

I love summer.

Things are so easy. Walking around with no socks on.

Sandals, for days.

Windows and doors open, fresh air invited in on a regular basis.

Sunnies and sunscreen.

No shivering.

No heater.

No frosty mornings.

(Well this is Melbourne, so we still get slumped every now and then πŸ˜‰).

The warmth brings with it relaxation, release, and a beautiful flow.

I love the flow.

I openly welcome Summer. Please stay for as long as you can. πŸ’–

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#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. 😍

#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’–

#1670 Day 172 of getting there: the balcony ukelele

I don’t have a photo to share with you about today’s gratitude.

But just sit with me, and listen as I talk you through it.

Imagine… the sun is bright. It’s 3:30, so the sun is just past it’s halfway point in the sky.

Still, it’s blinding.

Not a whisper of a breeze. Nothing. The horizon is clear. You can see the blue waters of Port Phillip Bay.

I am on the balcony.

I am relaxed. Breathing deeply. I’ve just finished work, so all the day’s rushing and routine is melting away under the heat.

But my empty coffee cup sits on the small table in front of me, so I’m starting to perk up too.

Baby girl is sitting next to me… with a toy ukelele. She strums it, showing me how she can do so with both hands.

“Sing a song Mum,” she goes.

“Mama,” I begin. “Ooooh.”

But I realise the words will go dark soon, and with only me and baby girl there, it’ll be even louder.

“I’ve got another one.

Love of my life, don’t leave me

You’ve stolen my love, you now desert me…”

And so I went singing a few more Freddie lyrics, while baby girl strummed the ukelele.

It was the sweetest, loveliest little moment. I actually wished I was a professional singer, as the practise of singing along to an instrument felt so soothing and special.

“That was beautiful honey,” I said. “But I don’t think I’ll give up my day job.”

πŸ˜‰

Still, that little musical moment made my day. 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™