#895 Total Eclipse of the Moon

I knew of the lunar eclipse going into the weekend, and then a series of events occurred, that meant I had to get up half an hour earlier this morning.

Half an hour is a significantly BIG DEAL and long time when the moon is turning blood red.

Without knowing quite what to expect, I rugged myself up and put my beanie on, phone camera turned on, heading outside into the night on my way to work, expecting to glance up at the sky for maybe, 30 seconds or so amidst it all.

Instead, I was there for 5 minutes. Work? What work? When there is an onyx sky dotted with crystal stars, and a perfectly round moon gazing down at you right opposite your house, with Mars visible right above it to the left, for our Australian eyes…
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Of course I would be happy being late.

It was perfect viewing. I took photos and video, the latter of which you can view on my SmikG facebook page.

I usually rush off to the car, scared of boogey men and ominous shadows so early in the morning, but I stood there, in the middle of the yard, just gazing above, and appreciating the moon turning to a slow red.

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Apparently there are 4 eclipses a year, but not all corners of the world can see them. This morning’s one was accessible by a multitude of continents, and was also the longest of this century, with a duration of over an hour and 30 minutes.

There is also a lot of hoo-hah about this eclipse wrecking havoc on our lives over the next several weeks, with yet others believing that biblical prophesies of the moon turning blood red, will mean an impending apocalypse.

Me? I believe a change is as good as a holiday. A blood moon cannot adjust that, as change is inevitable in ALL of our lives.

Blood doesn’t have to mean death. It could mean love. Passion. Desire. Fire. Heat.

It can also be a wake up call.

Let’s just appreciate this lunar eclipse for what it is, which is simply, a beautiful and rare spectacle across our skies… ♥

#892 The Last Winter Walk

It felt like so long ago since I had done this.

These were my thoughts as I walked the 10 minutes from the car park to work, just before 7am this morning. I had had the last couple of Wednesdays off, but still, the previous ones I had worked I must have had a late shift, because this walk felt like something I hadn’t done in a LONG time.

It was peaceful. Still. Few people around. Working in the city outskirts, means that even in peak hour, there is a smaller group heading off to work and going about their day, much smaller in size than if you were to go, bang smack in the middle of the city, and have to scurry about like a hamster on a wheel.

It was still dark, and yet the first light of the day was starting to filter through. The Bolte Bridge’s lights shone above the water in the near horizon. Boats slept. Runners jogged/shuffled by with earphones on. The regular café guy started opening up shop, putting on the lights inside and taking out tables. Trams whizzed by silently.

Things were happening, and life was still moving. But it was all hush hush.

It was actually, beautiful.

I pondered this as I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, borrowing my face into my scarf. It was still cold. I knew that the next two Wednesdays I had late shifts – therefore, I wouldn’t be walking like this, at 7 in the morning on those days. Rather, my start time would be at the leisurely hour of 3… PM.

I started to calculate. If I do two more late Wednesdays, and then I’m on holidays for a few weeks… I won’t be doing an early Wednesday shift, until September.

The next time I will be walking in the morning like this, it’ll be Spring.

Oh! I realised with excitement. This is my last Winter walk for the year.

Suddenly, EVERYTHING INSIDE OF ME HALTED. My legs kept moving forward tentatively, yet everything in my head whirred to a direct halt.

Redundancy. Moving on. New jobs.

I wouldn’t be here next Winter. This was my last Winter walk to work, EVER.

The acknowledgement suddenly saddened me. Sure it was cold… but here we were, months and months and months away from finishing up, and suddenly I was experiencing one of the many ‘lasts’ that I would inevitably come across as I made my way slowly but surely, to the work finishing line.

In this race, we were all crossing the line together. We were unified in our change, but it was still horribly bittersweet.

I was immediately relieved that I had made the Winter Walk realisation. I crossed the road, and paused near my work, taking some photos.

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Those pine trees I’d complained about, when they’d replaced them with the original palm trees years ago… I’ll miss them.

That street I walk up religiously to get my coffee fix… I’ll miss it.

That view. It’s pretty darn impressive, even in Winter. Even in the dark.

Those boats. They have allowed me to daydream and ponder as they waft and tilt over the swaying waters.

Even the God-damn mirrored elevator in the building.

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Sure, I’ll miss that too. What with the bright lights allowing you to see every pimple on your face, yet with enough of a warm glow that makes you feel like you too, might be able to jump in front of the cameras and give the latest news update.

Oh, it’s beginning. The ‘lasts’ are-a-coming.

Thank God for phones. Thank God for photos.

Because the memories will always remain. ♥

#886 Seeing him through another’s eyes

I had come to pick up baby girl from kinder this afternoon, but she was far from ready to leave. She was busy on the floor with one of the teachers, engaging in a big mat-sized puzzle.

I sat on the floor with her at her request, and the teacher and I helped her, trying to work out where the pieces went. Some small talk here and there, about her predisposition and love of puzzles, how many she had and whether they had many pieces or not. But I was acutely aware that time was passing, and the classroom was getting smaller by the second.

“Baby girl,” I started. “We have to go. Tato will be home, you don’t want to miss him!”

At this, the teacher wondered what I was talking about. I explained that Hubbie came home for lunch each day at about the time baby girl came home from kinder – he deliberately went to lunch later instead of earlier, so he could see her before heading back to work for another several hours.

“Is he the boss, is that why he can make up his hours?”

“No, because he’s a butcher he’ll just make sure he finishes a task by a certain time, so that he can go to lunch.”

The thought sat with the teacher for a second or two. “That’s very nice that he does that, she’s very lucky.” Baby girl’s teacher looked at her. “He sounds like a very good Dad.”

The thought played over in my head as I drove her home from kinder. It’s funny how you know these things, but until someone else points them out to you, you don’t really know them… or at the very least, you don’t truly appreciate them.

I am lucky, that baby girl has such a dedicated and loving Dad. I am lucky that that same loving and supportive guy is my Hubbie.

And, we are both lucky in that we did get to see him today when we got home 🙂

#885 2 nights and 3 days

Sometimes that’s all you need.

Getting away with my family for 2 nights and 3 days, spending uninterrupted non-stop family time together, was… beautiful? Interesting? Relaxing?

How about all of the above.

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It was very quiet, and it was very low-key, but that is exactly how we wanted it. And as much as we loved our family time together, the purpose of our trip has been satisfied.

We are fulfilled. Our energy and enthusiasm reserves are restored once again.

Hubbie will go back to work tomorrow with some renewed vigour.

Baby girl will go back to kinder tomorrow with extra ammo in her step to paint all the pictures and swing as high as she can.

And I will go back to… what do I do again?

Oh that’s right. EVERYTHING.

I love going away, but coming back home is great too, because it gives you back some of that oomph! often lost in Winter…

#871 Family togetherness

I l♥ve them. We are our own special unit. Whether we are spending the day coffee-ing together…

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Looking at flooring together…

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Or even, eating egg wraps together… or just doing whatever. We always do it together.

All of the above we did today, before my work shift. To find time where we do things on our own, individually, is hard to come by. Because if we need to run to the shops for a few groceries, we will all go together so to make a trip of it.

If we need to look at furniture, we will go together, and yet lose our minds when baby girl wants to touch everything… but we still wouldn’t change a thing.

Getting simple takeaway is the same – we will all jump in the car, rugged up and braving the freezing cold Winter winds, and head all over town picking up various meals for us ALL.

I love my unit. I love my family.

I love our togetherness. And as much as I need my own space at times… still, I wouldn’t have ‘it’, this, US, any other way.

Oh. And we even wear slippers together.

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😉

#864 June Full Moon

I know not why things are as they are.

I know not why the skies are darker, and the stars shine brighter over our house.

I know not why some people have it easy, and others hard.

I know not why things come to us when we least expect them.

And I certainly know not why when you search and yearn and forage for others, our discovery remains lost.

Tonight there is an approaching Full Moon.

I know not why I felt vibrations within my body. Was it the Shaman running her energy over me, or something greater?

I know not why I left work in such a hurry, horrified by privacy breaches and in shock over possible exposure.

And finally, I know not why there was fuel in our house, fire and explosions and all manner of drama.

I know not why these things happened tonight, out of all nights.

There are many things I can’t explain.

But I can only go by how I feel, and what I do KNOW. And I do know that the presence of the Moon, so big and bright over our house, our town, our city, has this effect on not just me, but on everybody.

So, Full Moon. Cast your spell. Shine your light bright. But make it worth our while.

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#860 Saturday Night In no.4 (with Sebastian)

Quiet Saturday nights in aren’t just common or easy in Winter… they are necessary.

And after spending the last Saturday night working late ’til 1am, I tell you the thought of doing not much at home, and hanging out with my loves, sounded like an absolutely fantastic idea.

After our pizza takeout, I popped on YouTube on the TV. No, there were to be no tunes forecast from our screen tonight. I was in for a different kind of entertainment.

The belly-aching kind.

Just the other night I rediscovered a comedian and a skit I had watched a long time ago, but at the time didn’t delve too much into his act and his stuff to uncover anymore of his hilarity. On this night, after somehow stumbling across Sebastian Maniscalco, I spent a good 30 or so minutes on the couch, past midnight, silently dying of laughter and the inability to breathe properly due to said, INTENSE laughter.

The skit in question, is below. I played it for Hubbie tonight.

It is insanely hilarious. And being of a European background, even if it isn’t Italian… same same. We watched that one, plus about 10 others, our faces in permanent smile positions, our abs aching from the laughs.

We need more laughs like this. Enjoy the show:) ↑↑↑