#548 Returning to Island time

I wrote a post very early this year about a photo I took while on holiday with Hubbie at Phillip Island, many many many years ago.

Not only did this photo stay with me due to it being taken at a highly creative and deeply personal awakening time for me, but its strong and subtle message of taking it easy while being on an island, sang an especially sweet song. It spoke of not just relaxing into the moment, but allowing all worries and stresses to melt away as you succumbed to the slow-down pace of a more mindful part of the world.

Well today after about 5 years, we were back at Phillip Island.

Then it had been a still and sunny, though cloudy January day.

Today it had been a grey, incessantly rainy, and hair-flailing windy August day.

Then there had been an abundance of tourists everywhere lapping up the scenery.

Today there had been few overseas people about, the streets mostly empty and quiet.

Then the shops and cafes had been bursting with livelihood and excitement amongst the best time of the year.

Today there were more shops blackened and closed, than were open.

Then I had taken my sweet time to take the best shot possible of my favourite pic, angling the camera just the right way to get the best light, while using the poster’s message to take it slow and take it in, in my task.

Today I had forgotten about the poster on the passing building until we were nearly past it, and I made Hubbie slow down in the middle of the round-a-bout while I made a mad scramble for my phone and took a hasty shot of it again.

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I didn’t even get ALL the words in.

And yet I didn’t care. The people, conditions and comparison didn’t matter to me: all that was important was that the poster, the message was still there. And as long as that poster was in that same spot, that meant it was always going to be island time.

And it forever will be, rain, hail or shine.

(The background tree photo on my SmikG blog is of the Phillip Island iconic trees on the main strip, an ode to the time when an especially important story and group of characters came to life in my head…

#547 The Penguin tradition

I was about 8 or 9 when I went with my parents, sister, her then boyfriend (my soon-to-be brother-in-law) and a whole lot of extended family and cousins, to Phillip Island, where as tradition has it, we saw the Penguins.

Today, for the first time in about 25 years, I went back… with the first-timers, Hubbie and baby girl in tow.

I may as well have been a first-timer, it has been that long. Being a Monday we thought it would be quiet. Like, I actually thought, there may be like, another group of people beside us… something like, 25 or so?

Try 25 HUNDRED. Or so.

There were soooooo many people. So many tourists, and buses, and guides, it was like OMG.

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Despite the crazy, we waited in the stands in the surprisingly calm Wintery air, and saw a few groups of penguins approach from the crashing night-time waves. After seeing half the crowd up and suddenly disappear within 20 minutes, we decided too to investigate and see if we could find any penguins who had made their way back from the sea, heading into their burrows and bushy-homes for the night.

We saw heaps. Baby girl was up close and personal with several of them, pressed against the barbed fence that separated the humans from the penguin track, saying “awww, so cute,” as they waddled past, and even waving goodbye to them as they made their way further and further in-land.

It was very sweet. And then once we had had our fill of penguin cuteness, some more adorable overload.

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I mean, when there is something so exceptionally life-sized, it is a MUST to pose alongside it, yes?

Penguin joy passing from generation to generation. I promise I won’t wait 25 years until next time.

#537 New ducted heating!

YEEEEAAAAAASSSSSS!!!

Baby girl is walking around rosy-cheeked again.

The new ducted heating is here.

:):):)

The pain is OVER. We have gone all high-tech and with the times with this beauty

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It regulates temperature, and even has programmable timeslots so that you can have the heater come on at a pre-determined time… un-fucking-believable.

Just like when my new car had a 6 stack CD player, I am soooo behind in the times.

Our old heater, both here and at our old place, was some 80s-90s contraption, where you had to pull the lever across to the desired temperature of 20+ ‘something,’ but even that ‘set temperature’ was questionable at times.

Tonight, it got hot. Like really hot. This is right on time, since my Dad told me the weekend ahead is set to expect some major Winter-y blasts.

And just for the record, when I was freezing my ass off in the house yesterday as the tradies were in the midst of installing new said-heater? Yeah, well, coldest August day for DECADES.

Still, the icy blasts that will set upon us are timely, since we now have heating, bitches. Take that Winter, mwa ha ha.

So toasty and grateful right now 🙂

 

 

#536 Scalding Hot Showers

You don’t really have to spell it out: a hot shower on a Winter’s night is bliss. We make it out like its a necessity, here in our Western World, when really it is a luxury. To have water come out at the faucet, instantly at the temperature of your choice?

Why, it’s almost magic. And exceptionally good plumbing I might add.

But tonight, today in fact, was no ordinary day. Sure I had a shower tonight. A really, really hot shower. Scalding in fact. So hot I said to Hubbie before I disappeared into my steamy bathroom oasis “I want to come out looking like Sebastian.”

The crab from The Little Mermaid. He LOL’d, and yet totally got it.

Because today was not only cold, it was icy. Freezing. There was no difference in temperature between inside our house and out, and that’s because various doors were open all day, to allow the tradies easy access to and fro you see, because we are getting our new ducted heater installed…

It’s all for a GOOD CAUSE. I told myself that repeatedly, and as I got frostbite in my toes and fingertips (practically) I reminded myself there was hours to go before we had all-inclusive, top-notch, reliable and equal-heated goodness in our house.

And then our gas guy came over to me at 4:30pm and told me he couldn’t finish the big job today – he’d be back tomorrow morning.

Sigh. And on such a cold day/night. Brrrr.

A scalding hot shower, was the only thing that could help. I did, and IT did.

I have to say, that I am counting on writing a very excited new ducted heater post tomorrow, or else gas heads will roll…

But ahhh, scalding hot water. I am a Leo, so I like to be burned… Bliss.

#534 The First day of August

August emerged this morning to a still and sunny day.

And so was the 1st 🙂

I love August, not only because July is usually so depressing, full-on and incredibly erratic in every negative way (and I am a glass-half full gal talking here), but also because it is mine, and baby girl’s birthday month.

I think that all the shit gets out of the way the month before our birthday, so that we can have a super cool time come the 8th month of the year.

But there is soooo much more to love about the last month of Winter, or should I call it Winter/Little Winter, as confirmed in My Climate Guide… we are already getting snippets of Spring as I mentioned in yesterday’s post, and still the warmth continued today, bringing the people out to café in FULL FORCE.

And yes, I have had my fair share of depressing, fairly FULL ON and insane times in July, so I am ALL FOR putting them behind me to part-ay. Baby girl is a chip off the old block, as we were both jumping up and down this morning yelling “yay, birthday month!”

:):):)

I couldn’t be more proud and grateful. Bring on August. 🙂

#533 July 31st opens windows

Not doors. Windows.

Because today after I got back to my car after our grocery shop, it was toasty and warm from sitting out in the sun for a couple of hours…

and I actually had to open the window.

You know how in Winter, you live for those moments when the car is comfortably warm and yet outside, it is still fresh and chilly? Well today it was 13 degrees, and yet somehow for the last day of July, that translated to a mild, manageable, Wintery and almost-Spring like, heat.

Yep I said it, Spring.

I know you’ll say I’m crazy, we are not even past August yet… but I swear, it is IN THE AIR. Look what I snapped the other day:

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A plant from our front yard, sprouting green.

Sprouting baby green foliage because Spring-is-a-coming.

I am so excited by all of this. Most definitely, grateful too. 🙂

#530 End Friday, end week, end July

Oh man. You know that feeling when you get to the end of something, and you just sigh?

Ahhhh.

Yeah, but mine is a little like ahhh brrrr ahhh.

With everything that has been happening lately, (and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING), I’m just glad I’ve gotten to the end of it all.

The end of Friday. I love Fridays with their beautiful weekend promises, but after keeping with appointments and driving all about the place today, I’m just glad it’s all over.

The end of the week. In fact, it has been exactly one week that I have survived with no ducted heating! Such a 1st world problem I know, and yet as I cast my mind back, I can’t ever think of a time when I didn’t have proper heating to nestle back into… even when we holidayed overseas in July of 1997, it was Summer, so there was absolutely no need for it. I’ve got my eye keenly planted on the day in which the gas heater man will come over and reinstall our new heater (roughly 6 days time) so the countdown is ON. You can be sure I’ll be damn happy and super grateful when that happens.

The end of July. Sure sure, it’s not THE END, yet. But we are days away, and guess what peeps? We have survived 2 months of Winter! I barely consider August a Wintery month. I know it’s still cold, and the mornings are still icy, but I’m adamant a Spring-like change starts to appear around my birthday (of course I would proclaim that) and anyway, I am usually so busy celebrating all kinds of August-fun festivities, I have no time to even feel the cold.

End Friday, End week, End July. I am happy for these closing ceremonies, because where one door closes, another one opens… and today I have 3 exciting doors to peek through…