Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
He had been the bread-winner leaving the parenting to her. He had worked 2 jobs so they could survive and have their small home by the beach. She stayed at home to raise their son. He loved him, but he knew so little about him, even less about how to be his father and mother rolled into one.
He stood there, wondering if his father could fill the gap his mother's death had left. His dad was always at work, and his mum had been the one to tend his scrapes, to read him stories, to put him to bed. She was the one that woke him with a song in the morning, making him breakfast long after his father had left for work.
They both looked out to sea, the place where she loved to come, to swim, to relax. How many times had she streaked out into the water leaving them both to watch from the shore - each near each other but not connected.
She was the one that made the family unit complete, and now she was gone.
And so they stood, next to each other but not together. Each deep in their thoughts, each missing her in their own way.
He missed her completing his whole, he missed her in his bed, he missed her advice and support.
He missed her completing his whole, he missed her putting him to bed, he missed her caring and support.
The two of them so much alike, missing her so much and afraid to reach out to the other because she was no longer there to connect them.
As the sun set, the father finally reached out his hand and it was grasped by his son. They turned their backs on the beautiful sunset, her ashes had long washed out to sea, and they walked back to their house by the beach.
She smiled, knowing that each of them had it within themselves to make this work. She longed to be with them still, but looking down, she knew that she was the glue that would keep them together even though she was no longer here.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Now it is my turn again. The first person to link their story to this post will win the right to choose the next photo and set Challenge 7.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Around 5 it seemed to ease so I thought good time to head home, WRONG, I had just left work, about 2 mins down the road and the second front came through. I have never ever been so frightened in my life.
The wind was so strong it felt like it was going to flip my car, it was so black and there was so much rain you could not see more than about a metre in front of the bonnet of the car, and all the while lightning and thunder were crashing around you.
I bravely kept driving, well crawling really - no one was doing more than about 10 km/h as I just wanted to get home.
And then it got worse - it was like driving through a cyclone, the rain was horizontal, the wind was so strong that is was lifting up the water on the road and spraying it around and it was like driving through smoke (that is the only way I can describe it). Shopping trolleys, large branches and leaves etc were blowing around - one shopping trolley was in the middle of the main highway home.
Flash flooding started happening and in the end I just had to pull over into a parking area, the only way I could do that was to roll the window down as I could not see where I was going. Hence I got drenched, as did my car - and the window was only down for about 10 secs.
I ended up in tears - I know sooky la la - and rang my hubby to let him know, in case he was worried. Gorgeous soul that he is wanted to drive over and save me. But I convinced him to stay at home and that I would ride it out.
Within another 5 mins the worst had past, but I had to drive behind it as it was heading the same way as my house.
It took me another 45 mins to get home (normally takes around 15 from where I was when I rang hubby). There was debris everywhere, including broken down cars, and flash flooding that was, at one point, about half was up my car door. My little beauty handled it well, as I slowly drove through the water. While other people plowed through fast and then broke down.
When I got home our entrance was flooded as the water had come under the doors and in around the window, but not too bad as my hubby was home when it started and could use towels to start soaking it up. Considering the damage in other suburbs our place only caught the edge of the storm as it passed.
And at the end, there was the most amazing sunset - this photo was taken by my daughter who lives a few streets behind us.
Had to miss swimming this morning though as the pool had no power and was closed, hence I had time to write this post before work.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Way back in the mid 70s I made the mistake of reading a Peter Benchley book called Jaws. This was further compounded by being taken to the movie version of the book on my first official one on one time date by my hubby. I think I have mentioned that in older posts.
Even before reading the book and seeing the movie, I had a fear of sharks. I have never been comfortable swimming in the ocean or even a river because of that fear. Bull sharks which quite often frequent river systems are even more aggressive than Great Whites.
Now I know the chances of being bitten by a shark are infinitesimal, but it doesn't stop my phobia.
When we were on holidays we went swimming in the ocean, well really it is a very shallow, protected bay, but still salt water and still part of the greater Indian Ocean. The whole time I looked for sharks. Here I was trying to enjoy myself with my hubby, eldest grand-daughter and son in law, and all I could think of was sharks. There might be sharks. Every little bit of seaweed that wafted past my legs or feet caused me panic. My hubby pointed out little baby fish swimming around us, then some slightly larger whiting. My thoughts - oh oh, sharks eat fish.
How the hell do I get over this? It drives me insane. I am a grown woman, I know the odds (which I said are so small) and yet my adrenaline is on overtime the whole time I am in the water. Pitiful really.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
We got to eat ice-cream
Me on a table on my own as I don't like squishing
Big and little cousins together
We also went to
the beach and had a swim
and made sandcastles
One of us bought a fishing rod and took others to watch while he
and one real fish, to which his daughter at dinner said 'sandshoo Daddy for catching me a fish for dinner' (obviously the 2 year old and sandshoo is thank you if you didn't work that out)
Some of us relaxed at night (and during the day) and
While too many of us were digitally connected to the outside world or playing computer games, we did also play Scrabble (with a board and tiles), Uno and Poker with real cards - so all was not lost!!
One day after lunch we
took photos of painted cows
A lucky one of us
got put in a tree for photos
Another one of us
let the inner bogan (or should that be child?) come out
A special couple of us
got to feed lambs milk at Wonky Windmill Farm
And one of us walked into a glass door and left a face print on Friday night then trod on a bee on Saturday night - but she is okay, sadly the bee died but the door is still intact. And yet another one of us broke the toilet seat and fell on the floor, just as we were leaving for home - oops.
Oh, and it was not me.
The good outweighed the bad, we all managed to stay sane and no major fights happened, so all in all a good time for all of us I think.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Madmother won the first challenge and got to pick the 2nd photo for us to blog about. We have 48 hours and 500 words.
My parents divorced and my mother re-married. I had to get used to having a step-father, who actually is a fantastic man, but boy did I give him curry that year - sorry Pop.
I wore my first bra for a few hours (a 2nd hand training bra from my cousin) even though I did not need one - but all the other girls were getting boobs and I wasn't, so tissues filled it out - LOL.
I missed all my school friends from my old school and never really made any at the new ones, thankfully that changed the following year when I started high school and met some great girls.
I always felt like the odd one out that year. No boobs, no friends, new house, new school, but I also had my first boyfriend - even though that only lasted a few weeks - he was new to the school as well. He was a year older than me and had come over from England, so I thought it was all great, until he asked me to have sex ... so it was goodbye and don't talk to me again, thank you very much!! I mean I was 12!
I'm sure that all girls of 12 feel awkward, it is the time between childhood and being a teenager, but even though so many things seemed to be hard that year, I still look fondly back as these photos and think that life really wasn't too bad after all.
So here is my story - and if you would like to vote for me, then voting starts on Thurs 11th to Tues 16th March.
We made a commitment to each other to do 3 days a week - Mon, Weds, Fri and for the first 2 weeks we did just that. I now go 7 days a week if I can - I do 45-90 mins per day of walking, running and swimming and I feel good about myself for the first time in years.
For anyone out there who needs encouragement to do the same thing, let me know, I will follow your blog and encourage you all the way. One unexpected thing I have found in cyberspace is a new lot of friends who have been there supporting me pretty much every single week. My heartfelt thanks are sent to the ladies who don't know me from Adam, but take the time in their busy lives to make me feel that someone cares.
Where can she be
Can I find her
Let me see
I've looked in the mirror
She isn't there
Looks back from there
She's in my head
She's in my heart
Now comes the hardest part
She's in my head
She's in my heart
But can't you see
She isn't really lost to me
She is me when I was young
When my life was full of fun
When I felt filled with grace
Before I found this older face
She is me before I aged
Before my weight
Before self hate
She is me before
When I could look
and like what I saw
She is me and she is here
Somewhere in my soul
She is part of me the whole
She is who I was
She never really left because
She's in my head
She's in my heart
She will always be a part
A part of all the girls I've been
Of the woman I've become
If you look close
You'll see that smile, that face
You'll see she still has that grace
You may have to look hard
Cause she is really
Sunday, March 7, 2010
This week's wrap up - 5 days (had 2 off because of other family commitments and boy did I miss my time in the pool, but loved spending time with my daughter and grand-daughter too).
Most days 45 mins to 60 mins. I am doing a lot more running on the spot in shoulder deep water now, as well as lunges when walking in the shallower water. My fitness seems to be increasing and I just love being in the water and spending time with some new friends and my 'sister'.
Who would have thought I would be writing this and still enjoying it after 7 weeks. I am so sad the pool closes at the end of the month, have signed a petition to try and keep it open but not holding out much hope of that happening, at least for this year anyway.
All the family - except my poor son who has to work : ( - are heading off down to Dunsborough (near Margaret River in the South West) for a long weekend (although not an official long weekend) break. And while Summer officially finished last week, it is still hot and sunny here in Western Australia so it is close enough for me!
First time we will have all spent that much time in each other's company for many years. So there is some trepidation as we are all so different in who we are, but I am putting my positive hat on - this will be great.
We are packing up board games, cards and some DVDs - all of which could cause arguments as we are nothing, if not competitive with each other. But they could also cause lots of laughter as we take the 'proverbial' out of each other.
I will also be taking a couple of books, so I can adjoin to my room if I need some space to chill. I hope to take lots of photos to share, and I am sure there will be some stories which might be eligible for posting as well. So from Thurs 11 to Sun 13 you won't find me here, but be assured I will check out all your blogs on my return.
To get me in the mood here is a short clip from Cliff Richard's Summer Holiday - I just loved going to see his movies when I was young.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Melissa from The Things I'd Tell You posted this challenge.
I'm issuing a blog challenge to my writing friends. I know that our blogging mojo has been on an extended hiatus, and that I'm not the only one struggling to coax her back.
So - a pictorial challenge. I love people watching, as I'm sure most writers do. Imagining their stories, wondering who they're meeting, where they're going, where they've been. I've selected the above photo.
You have 48 hours to tell me about this woman. Where she is going, or where she has come from. Is she meeting someone? Fleeing something? 500 words or less.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Thea over at Do I Really Wanna Blog? posted on Friday about having some great scenery shots minus people that she loved and did anyone else have any to share. So here are two that I am sharing, and I just might share a few more over the next month or so, you know when I feel the need to blog, like today.
Down in Swarbrick Forest (near Walpole in the SW) there is an art trail, one of the exhibits if a golden ring suspended in the forest - as you walk down the trail it looks like it is just there in space (rather than being held up with wiring). It makes for some great photo ops and here are a couple of mine taken on 2 different days.