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A New Year – A Post Too Long!

I haven’t posted since November last year.
Naughty, naughty!
If WordPress shut down inactive blogs, ours would surely be closed by now.

I really don’t know why I have been off to such a slow start this year.
It’s not as though nothing has happened, or that I feel disenchanted with blogging or even that I have been lazy and sitting in front of TV instead of communicating with the world.
I guess I would describe it as ‘sleep mode’ and today I thought it was about time I WOKE UP!

So, November…
The jacaranda bloomed. It was Spring and it was beautiful. Spring disappeared way too quickly, after all the waiting and wishing we did all through the cold Winter months!

Now we are in the midst of yet another relentlessly hot (and these days, humid) Perth Summer.
We would have forgotten what rain looks like, had we not spent six days in Queensland at the beginning of January. Actually, make that seven. It was supposed to be six, but turned into seven, with us spending much of the sixth day trapped by flood waters, unable to reach the airport and subsequently missing our flight.

What a long story!
I don’t think I will go into it all here, again. Suffice to say, it was a very wet, quite exciting, sometimes scary holiday, but the overriding feeling all along was that we really were the lucky/blessed ones, because we did eventually fly home, away from all that water and it’s wrath, back to dry, hot, old Perth.

We achieved half of what we went there for.

That was to celebrate my favourite Uncle’s 70th Birthday with him. It was a very special night. A night to be remembered on many, many levels;

It was an alcohol free event (and we come from the ‘drinking’ side of the family), but that didn’t spoil it one little bit. (I remember the days when my Uncle and Dad would drink themselves into oblivion, but Uncle got ‘saved’ and Dad, so far, hasn’t been).

I hadn’t seen some of my cousins for, oh, probably 20+ years!
And I had never seen their children!

My Auntie’s sister flew over from NZ for the party, only to be admitted straight to ICU, where she remains today. She will recover and is being flown back to NZ next week (straight to their ICU).  She arrived here with the beginning stages of Guillain-Barré syndrome. It is still running its course through her body. But she will be OK.

The rain stopped long enough for us to walk five minutes from our hotel to the Birthday party!

Oh, and it was a night filled with so much love; love for my Uncle and love that my Uncle has for his friends and family.
Tangible love!

There were other ‘highs’ on our trip.
A few little things we planned were achieved, whilst some things just had to be put in the ‘too hard basket’ due to the weather.

We both met our first ‘fellow blogger’, Melanie, from Kimono Reincarnate! She was exactly as I knew she would be. I felt like I already knew her. We had coffee and talked for two hours. Then we had to go because I had a hair appointment (waste of time in that humidity). I would have loved to have talked for longer.
“Of course you would” sighs Peter.

We caught up with my best friend and her husband.
They were life savers on the night we were stuck. We would have had to sleep in the car, in a carpark at a road house in Beerburrum, but we hit the highway and made it further north to the Sunshine Coast (hahahahahaha) and spent another night with them!

I took Peter to my birthplace in the Glasshouse Mountains (but the rain was non-stop, torrential for two days and we couldn’t visit town and certainly could never see more than 100 meters in front of us, therefore never even glimpsed the Glasshouse Mountains)!
Well actually, I lie – see below:

From there, things went downhill.

Think lots and lots of water everywhere!

Poor Brisbane.

We flew out of there with such mixed emotions, vowing to return soon.

That was the highlight for January – our six day, that turned into seven day, holiday in Sunny Queensland!

Let’s skip ahead now, to the latter half of February.

Oh, I forgot to mention the renovations!
They were ongoing from about October until when we returned from Queensland in early January.
I think the renovations were what eventually stopped me from blogging (well, sounds like a good excuse to me).
There was always so much mess to clean up when I returned home every night.

It was worth it, though. The house has been transformed! We feel like ‘real’ people now, as though ripping up 40 year old vinyl, putting in some Ikea cupboards and conveniently positioned power points, replacing old doors and painting over the yellow of the early 90s, can somehow make us more ‘real’ than we were prior to the renovations.
But it has.
We have a kitchen bench (Ikea), the funkiest, most excellent, kitchen stools (Ikea), a tall pantry cupboard (Ikea) where the microwave is now hidden and very cool overhead, glass fronted cupboards (Ikea) that open and close like the overhead storage compartments on a plane!

Can you believe this? We have light fittings (Ikea), where we had lived with exposed light bulbs in some rooms for as long as I have owned the place, which is a long, long time.

Do you see now, why we feel ‘real’?
(Please don’t think I think you are not ‘real’ if you live with light globes sticking out of the ceiling where a light fitting once was, maybe 20 or so years ago).
I’m just sayin’…

Now, I’m about up to date.
But it sounds like not much has happened in the three months that have passed.

It has though.

There was Christmas and New Year.

We spent about a week at our house in the ‘country’.
I had nothing to do there and I didn’t handle the sudden cessation of activity all that well.
I really needed to do something to occupy my mind, but I did nothing and languished around, feeling too tired and dizzy to even attempt anything.
Enforced rest I guess.

We saw in the New Year with prawn sandwiches and a game of Scrabble.
Of course, I let Peter win.
We drank our bubbles up way before midnight, but managed to stay awake to welcome in 2011 together.
Lovely! Just as it should be!

There have been Birthdays.

Peter’s spent in a carpark in a road house on the side of the Bruce Highway in Beerburrum!
Sorry, my love.
We’ll have a better one next year, OK?

My mum turned 75 this month too.
That’s fairly momentous, I think.

There’s been our 5th wedding anniversary.
Another momentous event!
We spent the night at a Ryokan.
Yes, in Perth!
Hmmm, now there’s another blog post in the making.
Almost forgot about that one!

And there has been work, work and more work,
getting in the way of the things we really want to do.

So, let’s skip ahead to now.

We spent Friday night and most of Saturday at our ‘country’ house.
Whilst there, we stayed up late watching TV, we slept in late, we had our weekly treat of ham and eggs for breakfast with lattes I have time to make, we pruned some trees, filled up the birdpaths, did three loads of washing and just enjoyed the peace, privacy and space.

Back here, in the big smoke, on Sunday we went to church and spent the afternoon in the garden, me adding to our potted food garden – rocket, lettuce and strawberries, Peter sweeping and cleaning up the communal driveway.
There was grass growing in the piles of leaves on the bitumen.
Interesting, but probably not the most cared for look.

I think when we are all gone from this earth, it will be taken over by cooch grass. It will grow through everything and on everything and in everything.
If you stood still long enough, it would probably begin to take root under your toe nails.
It is a most invasive and annoying grass.

And here I go!
Rambling on, like I do.
But enough for today.

I will not be updating our blog on a quarterly basis!
I think I’m back in the swing of things and as I have been typing away, lots of things have come to mind, that I want to share.

Actually, lots of things have come to mind that have been wonderful and I’ve realised that we have done things and been to places (and stayed home) that have been exciting and worthwhile and share-worthy.

And my excitement for blogging is growing from a flicker to a flame again.

And I’m smiling, thinking about the good things that will happen, like our trip to Bali in April and our long weekend in March and our fruit and vegies growing in their pots and rain that will come and Autumn with it’s cooler, more pleasant days and Winter and the doona we will put on the bed again.

Blogging is good for the soul.
It’s helps us to tap into what is beautiful, hidden a little deeper than we remember to look.
It somehow makes the mundane important and concentrates life into short stories that are worth telling.

I have missed you, I think!

Welcome to 2011!





It sure has been a while since I last posted. Again, I wonder where the time went and did I actually do anything worth telling about? I guess I will just start with today and work backwards, or not. We’ll see how we go. Stream of consciousness stuff, I think they call it.

Today the sun is shining outside, weakly, but shining it is, as it has been all winter. But this winter has been so, so cold. I can’t remember that we have ever had our Arctic-strength doona on our bed for more than a week in past years. But this year – icy, for at least the last month! I think that having the ceiling fan on and the balcony door open until the last minute probably ensures sub-zero temperatures for most of the night.

Anyway, maybe I can use this miserable chill as an excuse for my lack of enthusiasm for just about anything really. I’m over it! I want sunshine and I want warmth.

Actually, I haven’t mentioned that we will be in Bali in just over two weeks. As in, this time in two weeks, I will be packin’ our bags, gettin’ ready for our nine nights of tropical bliss. This will be my sixth trip to Bali, the first being in 1982 with my Mum. 1982?!!!! That’s like 28 years ago!! There’s one word I want to say here but it’s not nice and it starts with an ‘S’. I can’t believe I was even walking 28 years ago, let alone, trekking off to Bali and when I say I went with my Mum, I wasn’t a babe in arms or anything. I was 17 and very independent and all growed up like. I went again a year later on my own! Well, kind of on my own. It was with a whole bunch of people I had met the year before!!

So this time? It will be my sixth time and Peter’s second. His first time was for a honeymoon, but that is a whole ‘nother story and not a happy one to share with the whole world.

So this time? It’s gonna be different. We are going to have THE most lovely, relaxing, warm time. This will be our first holiday together, where we DO NOTHING!  N.O.T.H.I.N.G! Which means when we arrive at our villa, we stop, we don’t move, we don’t have to worry about catching trains…

or what we will have for lunch…

or lugging suitcases through town or getting up ‘on time’ or repacking our suitcase, trying to fit yet more purchases (hmmm, actually that might happen). However, in saying that, I am looking forward to some wicked shopping and some fabulous dining and some more wicked shopping and more fabulous dining and maybe a bit of sight seeing.

I do want to, and I want Peter to, experience some of the beautiful ‘real’ Bali, which will mean heading out of town for a bit. I think I will be a bit sad if we don’t do that. Like the time when I was 13 years old and was allowed to attend the Perth Royal Show without my parents. I thought, ‘how very cool’ to just hang out in sideshow alley and not have to do all that boring, kids’ stuff like looking at the cat and dog shows, the CWA cake and quilting displays, the baby animals, Scottish dancing and log cutting competitions. But, when I went home, I felt like I had only ‘half’ experienced the show and I was sorry not to have done anything ‘real’ – just spent the day riding the Chipmunk, eating fairy floss, buying show bags and looking ‘too cool for school’, as only a thirteen year old girl can.

So, yes, Bali, here we come! I must brush up on my Indonesian – bagus, terimah kasih, tidak mau!! Haha, that should get us through. I won’t be anywhere near the interpreter Peter was in Japan!

So, how do I transition from these tales of Bali and the Royal Show, back in 1978 to today? With difficulty. Does anyone else spend their time thinking about things of the past, whilst waiting for things of the future? Or is it just me? Present life is really just work and weekends. There is no time for much else. The present always seems so trying.

Today is Saturday. We have a ‘Saturday Routine’ as my sister calls it. We go to bed late Friday, we sleep in Saturday, we get up between 10 and 11am, eat poached eggs on toast (two each) with fried ham (for some reason I believe this is healthier than bacon), I make a coffee for us both with the ‘machine‘ (latte), we sit at the dining table on our computers if we’re in Perth and online, or if we’re in Dawesville, I read the piles of local papers our neighbours have kindly tossed over the gate during the weeks we have been away and Peter does things on his computer that don’t require internet connection, then around 2 or 3pm I decide what’s for dinner, we go off to the shops to buy ingredients and return home just in time for ‘champagne cocktail hour’, I cook dinner and we watch something; TV or a DVD…… phew!!! Saturdays can be exhausting!

Today, however, Peter broke from tradition and mowed the lawn (the good old communal lawn, that only he cares about). He did such a good job, but that is usually part of the ‘Sunday routine’ when we’re in Perth. So tomorrow?? Who knows. Last Sunday we worked around the place. I, selfishly, attended to our own garden (as opposed to the communal area). I wanted to ‘Japanise’ (is that a word?) our little (tiny) garden, meaning I wanted to make it sweet, cute and a little bit colourful. I did my best and Peter said it looked soooo Japanese. Not the traditional ‘pagodas-and-sculpted-azeleas’ Japenese, but the sweet, cute, colourful Japanese. It looks better than it did, anyway and a nice change to come home to. Coming home now there is a little light left to enjoy what beauty we have around us.

So there we go! I feel as though I’m writing a thousand word essay here, but please, it has been a while. I guess I just have to accept I’m never (well, not for the time being anyway) going to blog every day. I’m not going to take photos every day of every little thing. I have a life (sort of). Maybe not a blog-everyday-worthy life, but somewhere along the line, it gets lived and occasionally I am willing and able to share a bit of it here.

I have dreams too, and I’m prepared to live them. Just when, is the question. We press on though and try to remember and acknowledge that there is so much beauty that surrounds us every day. The blog world has taught me a bit about looking out for it and appreciating it in a more poetic way. It’s a world I would like to be more a part of and will be. In the meantime, laundry needs to be hung out, beds need to be made and there is no cold wine in the fridge. So here we are; 10pm on a Saturday night, remembering beauty, remembering dreams that can come true and just holding on to that…….


Random thought, the title. Sorry!

But it’s true. A lovely little posy of lavender, freshly cut, makes such a welcoming and attractive  adornment to any room of the house. I know that’s probably noteworthy and interesting to less than 0.5% of the population, but you can count me in. I cut quite a few posies of lavender this weekend and placed them in oddly shaped vases and jars all over the house.

Ah….. the house. We’ve returned from our weekend at our house. It’s Sunday, late, and all I really have time for right now at almost 22:00 hours is my shadow shot submission. It’s a bit of a toss up because we went to the beach on Saturday, as the sun was dropping towards the horizon and WOW,  you just can’t go wrong with shadow shots at that time of the day on a deserted beach – heavenly, even with kids in tow!

Peter’s girls spent a night with us and it was quite pleasant, with a minimum of stress, which is really saying somethin’, but that’s another story. We all love the beach and we are all transformed the minute we glimpse the vast, glorious blue leading all the way to the horizon. Saturday’s weather was too stunningly beautiful to not be out in it, to not be at the beach. I think the promise of fish and chips and DVDs and icecream and popcorn afterwards made the prospect of an hour in the sun and fresh air all the more palatable to a couple of pubescent teenagers. So! A beautiful afternoon was had by all!!

Meanie and Peter were happy. Girls were happy! Little ‘family’ was happy and everyone ate up their fish and chips (which were not too bad) and afters and watched Ponyo and went to bed and had ‘Min’ stories and went to sleep. I think it odd that a 13 and 15 year old still have bed time stories, but if that’s what they want, Daddy is more than happy to oblige. It won’t last forever. None of it will. Some of it I’ll miss and other bits I’ll be happy to wave goodbye to, forever. But that’s a whole other story.

Photos, I leave you with. Monday is looming. We have had a yummy, ‘bread and butter pudding’ weekend. Is that somewhere between a Vegemite sandwich and creme brulee weekend? I think so. That’s what I’m talking about, anyway… You get it, don’t you?

I left the house filled with lavender. We’re not there to enjoy it, but there’s a strange comfort I feel, knowing it’s all there, waiting for us, for next time. God bless us all!

OK! One more photo. It’s after 10 now. Peter is snoring beside me. I need to put a stop to that right now. Any tips, other than just giving him a friendly ‘nudge’? Haha. Sorry darling. Bye Peeps! By the way Shadow Shot Sunday is here.

A trumpet is sounding beside me!! Gotta go…….


Another weekend has passed away…

OK, this is probably going to bore many of you. XTREME!!! Our weekend was NOT!

What has our life come to? Is it because we are middle-aged? Why do we crave weekends like this? Are we abnormal? Hmmmmm, somehow, I don’t think so.

We went to our house in the country on Friday night, after work. As long as we can wake up there on Saturday morning, we are happy. We have been known to drive down there at 2am, after some party or event we couldn’t possibly get out of, just so we could wake up there on Saturday morning, or afternoon, as the case may be.

So, number one one our wishlist – wake up at our house in the country on Saturday morning – ACHIEVED.

Number two on the list is to do nothing much all day Saturday – playing around on computer, gardening, filling up bird baths, laundry (yes, love this job), sun baking, reading, making coffees with the machine – also ACHIEVED.

Number three – and this is a biggie! Cook dinner for my beloved – “The man who makes me laugh” (and that is no mean feat!) – ACHIEVED.

Dinner this Saturday was La Fuji Mama’s Spicy Sobameshi. Oh my!! Thank you LFM (our little prayer of thanks that only she knows about). It was sensational! Sometimes I am amazed when I make something and it turns out so very edible and my beloved – “The man who makes me laugh” tells me I can make it again. Gladly! This one was sooooooo easy.

From this –

To this –

Almost in the blink of any eye!

Followed by this, just in case the kimchi wasn’t chilli-laden enough for us –

So, what else do we do, you ask? Well, we watch an episode of Spooks together. I gave my beloved – you know “The man who makes me laugh” (lots of cutting and pasting going on here), the boxed set for Christmas. Then we watch The Iron Chef and Rock Wiz and then some weird thing will come on SBS and we go to bed and theeeeeeennnnnnnn……….

We wake up on Sunday morning at our house in the country!

Apart from the birdsong, it is pure tranquility. (Oh, and the neighbour using a drop saw to saw bricks in his driveway next door. Oh, and the guy with a Harley across the road)

These birds make us wish we were back there. I asked that man (“The man who makes me laugh”) if we could buy a helicopter so we could commute during the week. There was no laughter this time. This is serious. We’re at our house in the city, getting ready for another working week. He’s upstairs ironing shirts and I’m downstairs blogging about our weekend that was. It was calm, beautiful, tranquil, peaceful and just us. Nothing Xtreme, but extremely perfect….


My, how time has flown. I have a thing about talking about ‘time flying’ and the weather. They are such inevitable things that happen without us. Why can’t we just get over it and find something interesting to talk about?

So anyway, yes time, as it does, has flown. Over a week actually, has flown past at the speed of light, it seems, even though it has passed by at exactly the same rate as it always does, so why the fuss?

Things to do.. Things to do.. So many things to do. For example, commence the Christmas shopping! Yeah, yeah. Well, I’ve bought one present! Managed to get something wonderful online, which I will blog about maybe next time, but here’s the etsy shop and here’s what I bought myself.

I know! A bit naughty, because I was supposed to be buying for others! For obvious reasons I can’t show you what I bought my sister. Although, if she was as devious as I am, she would read this post, click on the link to the shop, look at the feedback, find this necklace, then work out what other thing I had bought, just because she is pure genius. But she’s not as devious as I am, so I’ll be fine!

Now, the week that was, or rather the weekend that was, because our weekday activities are never worth blogging about – woke up, showered, dressed, went to work, came home from work, ate, showered, went to bed, woke up, showered …………… you get the picture.

We went to our house for the last time now until after Christmas. After Christmas my BFF from QLD will be here with her husband. We’re probably going to spend most of our time there and in the vicinity. Why? Because it is a house with bedrooms and bathrooms, unlike what we live in up in Perth. That is a town house with a bedroom, a bathroom and a room full of stuff waiting to be sorted out (which I will attempt to do when I get to that priority on my list, on which blogging is higher).

So, apart from cleaning our house, to bring it up to a hygienic standard, at least, we did some nice things together. It was just Peter and I, so no teenage tantrums, angst or drama to worry about this weekend! Yay!

We slept in, we got up late, we ate brunch together and had a barista (me) coffee. We pottered around, read the local rag, went and bought fillet steak for the barby and took out a DVD – Flight of the Conchords – hilarious to the power of hysterical! (like that?)

Of course we took photos, drank wine and did I say slept in? And got up late?

This is a photo of Peter’s favourite bird – the elusive and very-difficult-to-photograph Blue Wren (AKA Fairy Wren).

and this is a photo of my favourite bird – the not-so-elusive and not-so-difficult-to-photograph Magpie!

We did manage to make it to brunch on Sunday at our local cafe, overlooking the marina.

It was hot, hot, hot – the weather that is, but you know I don’t like talking about the weather.

I had eggs benedict with smoked salmon and Peter chose the banana pancakes with icecream!

Icecream for breakfast? Oh well, he missed out on it for dessert the night before, but hey, I just remembered we had an icecream on the way home that very evening, coated in chocolate! Why, oh why can’t we lose weight?

We’re counting sleeps now! It must be eight, until my BFF from QLD arrives, so it must be nine until Christmas day! Remember that? Counting sleeps makes it all so exciting doesn’t it? Let’s remember what it was like to count sleeps. It’s a good thing!



Another weekend flown by..

Another Monday evening. Here we are, another week closer to Christmas holidays and all sorts of excitement!

This weekend we spent two nights and a day at our house in the stix!

It is a truly beautiful place to wake up at on a Saturday morning. That’s why we try to head down on Friday night, no matter how late. We’re on a peaceful little street and if you lie still and listen intently, you can hear the ocean. I remember discovering that the very first night we slept there and the sound of the waves sent us both to sleep almost instantly.

We do find ourselves longing for that kind of peace again, but it is rare and fleeting these days.

We went to the beach.

We put up the Christmas tree.

We did card making.

We had a barbeque.

We had fun, but we had tantrums too and lots of tears and finally we had peace and quiet and went to bed at about midnight.

On Sunday we headed further south to Biningup for my other niece’s 13th birthday.

The last birthday for the year and the littlest niece. Now, even the baby of the family (except for a late addition who is only one) is a teenager . That’s a bit sad and a lot scary! Where do the years go?

As we headed back to Perth the sun was setting on another weekend. We stopped for a photo shoot and the whole time I was thinking “eat your heart out The Pioneer Woman. These shots are going to be fantastic!”

I think The Pioneer Woman perhaps is not feeling too threatened by my ability (or lack thereof in the cattle/farm photographing arena). Maybe her cattle and her ranch are just so much more photogenic??

So there we have it. Another weekend. Some people got married this weekend and lots of other interesting events transpired. This is just our little slice of the great big pie!

And we thank God for every little bit of it – good and not-so-good!


We’re off to our house this weekend. Peter is stuck with a pile of documents at work which he has to do something to before he comes home. That’s not pleasing, but it could be worse. I’m going to pack up the car and get ready. It’s going to be like a holiday because we have NO commitments to anyone or anything!

OK, update from Peter now. The girl who is bringing him home because she is having his guvvy (as they call it in the public service) car this weekend in preparation for needing it next Monday morning, will now pick him up after she has been to the gym (and he has well and truly finished doing the thing he needs to do to the documents)! He’ll be home around 6.30!!!! There goes our early escape. Oh well. It can only improve from this extremely annoying start! (Don’t you love how polite I am being here? Originally typed a swear word then changed it to a not-so-swear word and then just decided to try and be nice!! Haha. Coz we don’t want to start the weekend on a bad note, do we?)

When we do eventually get there, we might do a bit of this (minus the big polo neck jumper)


or this


Maybe this (again, wearing season appropriate attire)


Or even this (if weather doesn’t permit the above)


We will see plenty of these


and if we’re lucky, these little babies


But, as I said, NO commitments to anyone or anything.

Better get packing. Have a blessed weekend everyone..