#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…

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AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ–

#1656 Day 158 of getting there: shelter from the storm

All of a sudden, it just happened.

Baby girl and I had been working on her new Frozen lego set, when the the wind picked up intensity and the rain started to pour.

When we looked outside, we saw currents of rain being thrown about like someone tossing buckets of water about with no real method – here there and everywhere.

It was madness.

I mean, the day had started off alright. Windy, but sunny. Looking out of the window was pleasant when it was bright, wind or no wind.

But this? This was hellish. This was… crazy. Up on the balcony, I happened to hit record on my phone, and the chairs that always sit there fell over…

They never fall over!

Except for today of course.

Oh. It was scary, crazy, but kinda cool to look at, from inside looking out…

Just another time when I am grateful to be all locked up. Sheltered from the storm.

#1650 Day 152 of getting there: happy to be locked up

Today, in our town?

Freezing. Squally winds. Sheets of raining pelting down at an angle.

It was NOT NICE.

I thought all this as I sat with baby girl in her room, after my work shift. We were playing with her dolls, as the weather outside ravaged the environment.

“You know how lucky we are, to be inside?” I told her.

We started running through the list of what we’d have to do, if we were at work, if we were at school.

“I’d have to run to the station.”

“Then run to the car, probably getting soaked even with my umbrella.”

“Then you’d have to pick me up, at after school care!” she chimed in.

“Yes! And the umbrella might break, we’d get soaked – again…”

We looked outside. We looked inside.

You know, if iso had been lifted today, there was no chance I would have gone out.

None.

Lock me up on days like these, I really don’t mind. I’d rather be inside.

#1599 Day 101 of getting there: The Winter beach walk

We didn’t have to go far to feel like we were on holiday today.

Just as well. With all the fear and frustration so rampant around Victoria lately, we don’t really want to be going anywhere.

How far did we go? Well, just down the road.

It was amazing to be able to head to our local beach, the beach we frequent so much over Summer. I’ve been feeling particularly ‘locked’ lately, like I’ve lost my freedom, and all those little things we take for granted as always being there…

And we aren’t even in a lockdown suburb.

But today, it was Winter. Sunny yes, but so windy too. We walked amongst trees, on a short track that led to a major beach lookout.

I expected it to be freezing there… actually it was not so bad. The air had warmth, and the view was just spectacular…. it took our minds off Winter, if only for a bit.

#1591 Day 93 of getting there: HER gratitude journal

I picked up baby girl from school today, and she started telling me the most amazing thing.

“I was drawing in my gratitude journal!”

WHAT?

She went on to tell me that they’d all been given journals that day to record, by writing or by pictures, things that they were grateful for.

She drew. No surprise there.

The picture? A grassy field, a sun in the sky… and the three of us.

Baby girl, Hubbie and me.

Playing together.

She didn’t get to finish the picture. But she intended for there to be a rainbow, some wind, rain and clouds in the sky, alongside the sun.

Some may think that is silly. I for one think that is highly realistic.

For you can’t actually get your rainbow, without going through some wind and rain first.

Photo by Bich Tran on Pexels.com

#1569 Day 71 of getting there: Enjoying Winter mornings… for once

You know, stuff them.

Stuff everything.

We are isolated, sure. But if you’re gonna be isolated, there is no better time like the present.

And I am revelling in it.

I wake up, at a generous 8:30am.

I put on my trakkies.

I head downstairs, and I start work, at 9am.

Bang. Done. No traffic. No trains. No people filing out onto the city streets, men with briefcases stuck at their sides, women click-clacking with fancy coats.

Baby girl sleeps in.

I don’t even need to get her up for school.

She then gets dressed.

Makes her own breakfast.

And proceeds to do WHATEVER SHE LIKES.

Meanwhile, the wind blows outside.

The rain drizzles.

Winter, descends.

And we stay snuggled up in our comfy clothes, heater blasting, watching everyone else get on with it.

Let them get on with it. There is time.

There will be plenty of time to catch up.

But for now, we hibernate. ๐Ÿ™‚

Photo by Fredrik Ohlander on Unsplash.

#1394 The first Christmas concert

You can be sure when your child first enters the education system, you will quickly encounter a lot of firsts.

Their first excursion.

Their first award.

Their first sick bay visit.

Their first bestie.

Their first fight…

Their first, Christmas concert.ย ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽถ

“We’ve got a good number of years of this ahead of us,” I whispered to Hubbie as we lay on the picnic blanket on the school’s lawn this evening.

It was warm, and most of it was before the sudden 20 degree drop in temperature signalling the cool change.

There were Christmas songs… both in and out of key.

Traditional carols and contemporary tunes.

Daggy Christmas jokes: “What do you call someone scared of Santa?”

“Claus-trophobic.”

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Oh God I know, they were so bad you had to laugh.

Choreographed kiddy dance numbers and a Christmas raffle draw. The Christmas concert had it all.

But mostly for us, it had our girl, up with the rest of the preps singing “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”

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That’s her before the show, telling me to stop taking pics… can you see?

(That’s okay, you’re not meant to ๐Ÿ˜‚)

It was long, it was windy, and we were hungry… but to be honest, I loved the off-key notes.

The kids dancing off-stage before they walked on to their own show.

The strong change that blew hats and empty water bottles across the oval, cooling us all down.

I evenย loved the daggy jokes.

I generally love Christmas, and I love how baby girl’s school seems to really love it too.

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#1350 A quiet birthday

‘Quiet,’ and ‘Birthday,’ aren’t synonymous terms in our family dictionary.

And yet they coincided today… for hubbie, no less.

We may not have had a big hoo ha for his actual birthday today, but you can be sure I made a fuss when he came home for lunch…

Balloon, and Beer.

Throw in some colour, and a gift that was a sure winner, and I had a pretty happy hubbie. ๐Ÿคฉ๐ŸŽ

I then made a round of nutella-centred baked doughnuts for my cinnamon loving man, and we capped the night off eating at our fave family restaurant, playing games at the game centre and then finishing it all off with some ice cream.

A very simple, but truly fun night. I guess we’re not fussed it wasn’t a big one, since today’s howling wind didn’t make for the most inviting and party-inspired day…

But maybe it’s because… we can always celebrate BIG another day. After all, the sign of Scorpio has only just begun…๐Ÿฆ‚โ™

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#1325 Sunny days

There is so much to do, and so much pleasure to be had, when the sun comes out.

Step 1: Make a flower headpiece for your girl.

As soon as I saw the common Spring flowers today on our walk to get morning coffee, I had to stop. I got baby girl to collect a number of them for me, and proceeded to string them together, as my sister had done for me years ago… I have a picture in my parents front yard, of me in a red tartan dress, sporting my short bob, and a cascade of the same yellow flowers strung around the front of me as a necklace, and a halo of them sitting on top of my head.

I was so young, I’m not sure I even remember the moment… but knowing the photo so well, I feel the joy in it so clearly. I had to recreate it.

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See that yellow? Not even one filter. NOT ONE.

Spring is so beautiful.

Step 2: Find a back beach.

Not a front beach, but a back one. LOL. I think this comes down to whether it is a surf, or bay beach. Well this was most definitely a surf beach.ย 

We headed on to the other side of the Peninsula to access Gunnamatta ocean beach, and the waves were fierce. Rocking! Smashing. Go to my SmikG facebook page for the video, or find me under the same name on insta if you reside there…

The wind was brisk, there were kids splashing in the water (why I never!) and as much as the air was moving through me and chilling me to my core, I have never felt so ALIVE.

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We are heading back there on a hot day to jump those waves.

Step 3: Admire some more natural beauty…

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Tulip day 2.ย 

Ahh, Spring… how I have missed you.

#1301 Saturday night pizza

Nothing is better on a cold and windy Saturday night, than to cozy up on the couch with some good ol’ –

PIZZA.

Whether you like yours with the lot, vegetarian, cauliflower-crusted, with gluten-free and dairy-free ingredients only, or with some crazy additions like pasta or pineapple, pizza is a Saturday night GO-TO.

On my plate tonight? A simple capricciosa. And no anchovies please.

What kind of pizza do you like?