#1368 Sleep socks

I love my sleep socks.

What the hell are sleep socks?

Well, they are socks specifically for the purpose of sleeping in them. Think fluffy, long, super comfy and too thick to wear with regular shoes…

But I don’t really sleep with them.

Sure I end up in bed with them on MANY a night… but during the night all too often I find myself kicking them off in my dreams.

I wear them all around the house on cold nights. Think of them as my Winter accompaniment…

Only we are in Melbourne peeps, and we all know Winter can happen, even on December 25th…

Or November 13th. Like today.

It has been soooo cold lately. Tonight I was feeling chilly and worn out, and just as the heater went on (I know, it’s Spring – hangs head in shame) so too did my sleep socks.

I have like, 6 pairs. Super fluffy ones for those Antarctic nights in Winter… a couple of basic ones in different colours that are kind of like, mid-range in warmth but still totally do the job… and then I have my long ones.

My long spotty sleep socks.

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This is me with my feet up as baby girl falls asleep. These socks are specifically for when it is colder than normal, but not that freezing that I need to throw on a Winter coat or anything.

Hence, tonight.

I bloody love my sleep socks. And living where I do, I can be assured they come in handy, ALL year round.

 

#1295 Sunday surprises

It’s a lot nicer when you don’t expect anything, and then the opposite occurs.

Something. We were happily bound to our home for the day, Sunday, the first day of Spring (yippee!) and also, Father’s Day.

Baby girl had happily helped her Dad open up his presents after our late morning breakfast, still on a high from the night before yet feeling the lack of sleep, when I got word, that our quiet day might be different.

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I had seen my Dad at my bro-in-law’s birthday the night before after all… I had seen my whole family. 

But then I heard my Mum and Dad were going to my sister’s place for a quick visit, and so then we might as well pop on by…

And what started as a very non-expectant day, had us around a table talking, laughing, and then watching the rain pour down later when the clouds decided to merge overhead.

It didn’t affect the sunset though. Just as I had been longing for Winter to be over, just as quickly it came to an end… and this seems to happen every year. June, July and the start of August feel so long, then mine and baby girl’s birthday passes and it no time – BANG!

Spring. Sunshine. Sunsets like this:

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And so the message really is… don’t expect anything. Things are that much sweeter when you think of not much at all…

#1293 We made it! 2019 edition

Peeps… I am calling it.

WINTER IS OVER!

Who cares that today it’s August 30th, and that technically means 2 more days of Winter…

Who cares. (rhetorical question).

I sure don’t (but I’ll answer anyway) because Winter is pretty much done and dusted.

I am sad about August, only because the month is so full of love and laughter and good times what with our million and one birthdays.

But Winter… I am happy to see the back of YOU.

Ahh. Just, ahh. What a beautiful feeling to know we are on the cusp of continuous warm weather and sunshine-y days…

Yes ok. I know this is Melbourne we are talking about and there may just be a hailstorm next week.

But then, it will be Spring. And still, you just know, things have to get better.

(Things have to get better!)

They already have! Today for instance! Glorious!

I took shots as the sun went down, and the emotions that were summed up were blissful, warm and happy.

Ahhh. 

Tomorrow it is meant to be EVEN better. 3 degrees warmer! WOO HOO!

High on sunshine right now :):):)

#1288 Planting synopses and seeds

First, it was the SYNOPSIS.

Baby girl came up this morning but then proceeded to sleep, loudly. Congested or not, she was breathing so deeply and we just couldn’t sleep anymore. Hubbie and I got up, leaving her sleeping alone in our bed, and went to have breakfast.

She was still sleeping after that, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to spend time doing what I hadn’t been doing for the LONGEST TIME… which was working on my novel. I was due to submit a synopsis of it at midnight tonight for my recent course, and I hadn’t really started.

So off to work I went.

As I looked for plot points and complications, the turning points and climax, I realised something… I had forgotten a lot. When something is amassing 97,000 words, you can understand that some things may be forgotten… and every time I have gone to re-edit, I have generally read the first few chapters, before getting distracted for a while, and then coming back to it… only to start at the beginning AGAIN.

And also, I finished writing this novel, let’s see…. sometime in 2012. That’s a whole 7 years. A LOT can be forgotten in that time.

And I had. Forgotten a lot. I had to bring up my original manuscript, pour over sections, and something became very clear, very quickly.

I really liked it.

I know that is a massive breach of what you are allowed to say as a creative person! You are meant to say things like –

“oh, that old thing.”

OR

“Yeah, it’s ok (hair flip) I could’ve have done better.”

OR

“It is a piece of shit,” (with a hyena-type laugh because you’ve just scored yourself a major contract).

But I found myself more times than not, reading things over even when I didn’t have to.

I was re-discovering my story. I was finding twists and surprises I had put in there long ago, and I was pleasantly surprised I had managed to do that, even before my online writing courses had been a glimmer of a thought.

Clearly I still have a lot of work in front of me. But I felt the structure, was pretty good. The premise, was entertaining enough.

I liked my characters.

I liked my overall meaning.

I liked my ending.

I was proud of myself.

(Pat on the back :))

So I sat there, in my pjs ’til about 1pm (baby girl did come down and I did stop to give her breakfast) at the laptop, pouring over my novel and expelling more of my soul into the synopsis than I even thought possible.

I planted the synopsis.

And then I planted the SEEDS.

Or should I say bulbs. Tulip bulbs. And before I have gardeners sending me angry emails of “how dare you plant in Winter,” be assured I FORGOT to plant the bulbs in Autumn, I really did.

After the tulips I got from the Tulip festival last year had their run and their petals fell off, I did as recommended and gathered the bulbs and put them in a plastic bag, to lay dormant over the year so that they could be re-planted the next.

Sure, I missed Autumn. But I read somewhere that these flowers were hardy AS. They could handle almost anything. I was urged to try regardless, and so today we finally took them out of the bag…

And shock horror… they had SPROUTED!

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In the bag! It gave me hope! If they could sprout in the bag, imagine what they could do in SOIL????

We covered the 8 bulbs we had and fertilised and watered them, and then I told baby girl and Hubbie we all had to send it lovely positive thoughts.

It is in a pot outside the room where I sit and write. So hopefully sometime in Spring, I will be reaping the fruits of both my SYNOPSES and SEEDS labours….

;);););)

 

 

 

 

#1273 Shelter

A couple of weeks ago while walking back to work on a chilly but sunny morning, our takeaway coffees steaming in our hands, my work colleague observed something.

”I know we’re cold, but I can’t help but think of homeless people on cold mornings like this.”

The three of us paused. Here we were with warm drinks, willingly walking through the cold because we knew we’d be out of it soon… and back in our warm and safe work environments.

I’m thinking of that, and shelter again, more so because the last few days have been particularly hellish, with arctic winds and ferocious onslaughts of rain and hail.

Shelter. Only moments ago as I headed up to bed with tablet in hand, it started again… the howling winds. The downpour. You could hear how freezing it was, and it made me jump into bed even more eagerly.

I’m lucky. We’re lucky.

We have a roof over our head, we have shelter. And if you’re reading this, you probably do too. We have a place to shield us from these Wintry nights and provide us with a safe haven to close our eyes at night… we are truly blessed.

And as for the homeless? I don’t know what to say. I think it’s horrible that people have to live like that, and it pains me to see people sleeping around cardboard and asking for money on the streets. How bad a turn did their life take to end up outside, with no roof over their head?

But this isn’t that kind of post. Rather if I can point out how lucky we, the majority are to have shelter, and how we should really appreciate the things we take for granted, then maybe we too can be more mindful and aware of the plight of those less fortunate… if not by our generosity towards them to keep going, then at least by an increased awareness, simply an acknowledgement that we are not all so blessed.

Food for thought. Goodnight.

#1272 A Wintry and literary time out

You can understand the great ahh moment that came for me during the below photo I captured this afternoon, not just because, hey everyone loves a break, but the fact that…

In the morning the wind broke my Mary Poppins umbrella that I’ve had for over 10 years!

I got rained on MANY times

towels were shoved around various windows in the house due to the insane weather and water seeping in through the ferociousness of it all

it had rained both at school drop-off AND pick-up (of course, the Murphy’s Law school fairies strike again)

and I had this intermittent headache that was just dragging me down, symptomatic of my flu NOT wanting to let up.

Sigh.

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Which is why I sat on baby girl’s bean bag with my herbal tea this afternoon, looked at all my very inviting books all set up lovingly on my new/old bookcase, just whispering “read me, read me,” and decided to just peruse through, a few…

And what a wonderful way to chill out on a cold Friday afternoon… whether or not I got soaked that morning, it was still very much appreciated. ♥ ( I did).