#406 Coffee Walk Life Reflection

This post has very little to do with the frivolity and luxury that a coffee walk evokes. And I don’t mean to put down any serious coffee drinkers out there with those words (myself included), but really, this post is less 1st world luxury, and more about the serious humbling nature of Life and Death.

Late last night Hubbie and I learned that a man we knew, a family friend, had died on the weekend. He had been in his 30s, a little older than Hubbie, with two beautiful little kids, and a loving wife.

This man died due to a horrible, horrible disease. The same disease that took Hubbie’s Dad away.

Our hearts broke at the news. Of course, with a terminal affliction such as this, death becomes a thought that makes space in your head quite early on, cleaning up the floor and moving stuff away so it can become a prominent feature in the living room of your mind.

But, he was young. And strong. And had so much to live for. We really hoped, that he at least, for the sake of himself and his family, would be one of the lucky ones to survive.

But… bastard disease.

This morning I walked in-between my two work colleagues to grab a coffee. The sun bathed us as we crossed the road to the sunny side. I thought of him, this man that was no longer walking on Earth. It had been days since he had left us all. He could not see the beautiful sunlight streaming down upon us. He could not bath in its beauty. He could not see the light sparkling off the rippling water, and he could most definitely not walk out to get a coffee.

My quiet reflections humbled me. Here I was, doing the most simplest of things, something that I was always so grateful and happy to do… and this morning, it just meant so much MORE.

We are all so lucky. If you are reading this, take a moment and show some gratitude that you are even still here on this earth. Life is so fragile, so fleeting, so flagged by chance, that I thank my lucky stars every day, that I am here with my loved ones.

Be grateful. Be grateful for it all. For it is all beautiful.

#391 Wine by the water

This is an alcohol-induced post, so it will likely be forgotten by tomorrow morning… I will wake at 9ish, and scratching my head, wonder ‘did I write my gratitude post last night?’

And wine-induced SmikG will already be posted over here on carcrashgratitude, with a smug ‘yep.’

I’m talking bullshit, let’s continue.

But, we went to a new restaurant by the water tonight, and with the rain pouring outside, providing an oddly romantic backdrop, we enjoyed a lovely dinner, and a lovely glass of wine.

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It’s the little things. Wine makes me happy, and that makes me grateful 🙂

#389 Beach Days no. 2

So it’s not my second post about the beach, but with the above heading… you get my drift.

(Oh let me count all the billions of ways in which I am grateful for the beach!…)

Mills beach, again. Because, family friendly. Shallow waters allowing the littlies to play on the sandbanks emerging everywhere. They can dig holes, build sand castles. They do both and then someone/something comes along to crush/wash it all away.

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29 degrees. It’s not a 35 plus burn-your-epidermis-off stinker. A comfortable hot. The kind where your sunscreen lasts longer than just 30 minutes.

It is still. Not a breath of air.

The water is warm, and as you walk further into the water, there are patches of cool. I dunk into these quickly, looking like a sook next to baby girl who is all in, DIVING.

We sit in the shaded comfort of our beach tent. I read about Sam and Snezana in Peninsula Kids mag (I fell in love with them on The Bachelor), and then eat grapes, and pizza rolls I made myself – puff pastry, sauce, cheese and bacon. Too easy.

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We all stand out in the water and splash about, surprising each other with sudden bursts of cold. Baby girl climbs atop her Frozen board, and we hold her as she ‘surfs.’ We make quite a racquet as she screams and we laugh loudly.

Hours pass, and then it is time to go. It’s been a fabulous day, and though it takes concerted effort to get baby girl to leave the water, once out she wraps her Spider-Man towel around her… and off to the car she goes.

Our beach girl 🙂

#384 Beach evenings no. 1

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It was still. Not a breath of wind. Low tides, so the water was warm.

Post 6pm. Quite a number about, but as the evening wore on, the people dwindled, and looking around on this evening, post-Labour Day weekend, it was nice to know that this was all locals.

Just locals. Ahhh.

We sat on our comfy beach chairs, eating a pre-prepared pasta salad. I had it all packed up in my new Tupperware picnic basket, and it was all kept lovely and fresh.

(New Tupperware can be super-exciting).

As the night came down, the waves crashed in – not high and huge, but low, strolling in, gathering enough speed to make the kids run into the bay, screaming and squealing with laugher, jumping into them and crashing about.

I wrote her name on a raised sandbank within the water. Then Hubbie started an impromptu game, so he, baby girl and I chased each other on this ‘island,’ round and round and round, ’til we got tired.

We didn’t have to tell her the beach was closing. It grew dark. She was hungry. She confidently wrapped her beach towel around herself, dismissing my help, holding it in the middle of her chest as we walked back to the car.

Just like a regular ol’ beach gal 😉

#371 Casual beach epiphany

These casual beach visits are happening more and more lately… partly because we are testing the literal waters of how close we are, and also, because… well, the hot season ended just yesterday.

Either way I love these visits.

It doesn’t mean however, that the warm weather has gone away. March has already brought a spectacular sunshine-y day to us, and looking at the forecast for the week ahead, things look really good.

While sitting on my beach towel watching baby girl and Hubbie in the shallow waters earlier this evening (I only ever get to sit for a few minutes at a time, IF I am lucky) with baby girl leaping into the water like a frog, and Hubbie keeping watch nearby, I turned around to look at the scenery around me.

It was a Wednesday afternoon. Lifeguards were jumping off of their red boats and practicing essential life-saving skills. A man sat in his beach box behind us, making us all jelly that he had residential property on the beach. A couple of dogs ran wild in the water. And in amongst the decent lot of people around, I spotted some casual-looking ones: straw hats, low slung beach bags, big sunnies, and oversized tops thrown over their swimwear.

I looked back to the pristine and still waters before me, glistening in the sun, and got very emotional.

This was now our neighbourhood. We were now locals, as they all were.

It was a small moment, and certainly one that has struck us with its epiphany before, but every so often, Hubbie and I will be somewhere in our ‘hood, doing something, and turn to each other and say

“Look where we are.”

We actually, dumbfound ourselves.

I love these moments. I hope they never end. The wonder and sheer surprise that life has to offer, with its marvellous and weird and trippy twists and turns.

And I hope they keep on coming, at the beach.

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#350 Pink and blue sunset

The house is a sauna. Muggy. Humid. Stinking hot.

Our solace? This whimsical sunset earlier this evening:

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And then after the sun went down, this

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Even a camera that reflects what’s in front of it, can not do nature justice.

And that’s the way it should be. Won’t stop me trying to capture these impressive displays though…

#342 Blissful views opposite Kirks

Last time, it was cold, windy and daylight savings was not on our side.

This evening, there was a mild warmth. It was still. And daylight savings in summer, is still around.

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After dinner at Kirks, with the extended sunlight on show, we headed on down the sandy steps below, to find a secluded piece of outstretched beach. It is called Royal Beach.

I was royally unprepared. I had wedges on, and simply watched, clenching baby girl’s hand as we walked down the steep decline to the beach, while Hubbie pranced about deliberately on the sand far below us, waving to us and making us both totally jelly.

He came back and asked baby girl if she wanted him to carry her (“why of course Dad, that is no question!” – she hates stuff getting in her sandals!) and then I stood on a patch of grass at the bottom of the decline and took some pretty snaps of them in the distance.

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Apparently it’s a dog beach. It is beautiful. I’d love come back with them one day soon and walk along the beach when I have more appropriate footwear.

The Peninsula. Discovering beautiful beaches, one blissful day at a time.

The Peninsula. Discovering that you need a pair of thongs in your car boot AT ALL TIMES.