e is for exit – #atozchallenge

You could be forgiven for believing the alphabet ends with e my friend. I am exiting this challenge today – still many letters left un-done.

It seemed like it would be fun. Thinking of interesting words to use and expanding on them. I should never have begun!

I am not in the frame of mind to write a daily post and so the challenge has become just that. Writing is to be enjoyed, words don’t need to be forced out of me.

What other words would I have eked out this month? Surprise me and make a post with one…

Forgiveness, Generosity, Homelessness, Ice Cream, Junk food, Kitchen, Love (of course), Mental health, Narcissist, Other side of the road, Pulse, Queer, Roadtrip, Sunset Bar / Turtle Bay, Ulster, Valued, Waikiki, Xylophones, YES, Zuchini and other greens.

(That’s quite a list! Maybe I WILL revisit these words, just not day after day this month)

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d is for d-day – #atozchallenge

 

The trees are here the trees are here! After more than three months of every day another annoyance the end of this not just streetscape changing roadwork is within grasp.

Saying that though – I’m aware that things change on a dime so will the trees actually go in? Will the cowboys actually ever leave our street?

One thing I do know is it will never be the same (ha ha that’s life right!). Our once beautiful, canopy of green covered home has been devastated by the wisdom of council. Sure we have wiz bang new footpaths but no shade, no privacy. The trees that will go in literal dwarfs of the previous ones and a third in number. Ho hum let it just be done!

I’m doing the atozchallenge and decided to do 100 word posts – in this case I’ve gone over and even in 160 am nowhere near description of how life has been this year in the hood.

c is for… – #atozchallenge

 

c is for

countdown – my sister is having surgery tomorrow (she’ll be thin soon)

childless – granddaughter has moved out (I am deafened by quiet)

cats – I love them (give me more and call me a crazy cat lady, I won’t care)

cold – oh how wonderful is winter (cold nights under the doona watching football on tv)

suddenly all I can think of is food!

coffee, chocolate, caramel, coconut yoghurt, curry…mmm

and dream lifestyles

country – chooks, cattle, crops

coastal – creep up on me horizon (views to New Zealand)

coming down to earth and getting on with it – real life’s like this…

b is for birds – #atozchallenge

 

The doors are open, and you know there is safety on this deck while I’m here. In bone warming sun I’ll just look out to sea, breathing in your whispers as you all fly by.

Ra says I gift your blue to the ocean…you don’t need it. Splash your orange and red, and soar higher. Light up the sky for me, little rainbow ones.

Cockatoos choose when to share their hidden magic yellow. Take us under your wonderful wings.

Sing the tune the world expects to hear…and then fly this way. I will always keep your secrets (just ask Ra).

 

a is for adult – #atozchallenge

The family of three moved out yesterday. I’m an adult and I can cope with the spaces where their things were, the spaces where their words were.

I have advanced qualifications in silence – no problem there. It’s funny though, when there is physically nothing there is so much to clean. I have cleaning to do – dusty acres of timber floor, and dusty recesses of my mind. Clean up my act, make a life plan for one. I’m an adult, I already told you that right? So…I can do this. No white noise, let my thoughts assemble in an orderly fashion.

roadtrip recap – byron to sydney

We drove back over two days through towns I’ve heard of forever.  Trouble was, that by the time we got to many of them, we were over the hours of freeway and couldn’t be bothered to stop for long, if at all. Just wanted to get home.

In hindsight it would have been better to do it all in reverse. Drive up, holiday wedding holiday, fly back. We were tired.

When I spend any length of time in Byron I think I want to live there. I really don’t. Both ends of the town there are one lane roads in and out – traffic jam in paradise twice a day every day! The town itself is always packed. Locals, backpackers, and high end tourists. Strange mix. The weather is tropical, beaches beautiful, and all of the many eating places are queued up. Always.

We stayed somewhere different this time. A fairly newly built house, very hot but with a great outdoor area. Positioned for the cross breeze and with a small pool that you could walk right into. No ‘cold cold’ dip your toe and take your time submerging…

At night, in bed, you could hear conversations from houses away. No, I couldn’t live there. You could also stand in the driveway though and see the whole universe in the sky….can’t do that in the inner city!

Day one of the drive and after a goodbye coffee and muffin (Hello – you can hardly just call that a muffin. It’s a Large work of gastronomic art. One flavour per day and today’s had big chunks of chocolate and a banana goo in the middle, still warm and runny OMG) from Top Shop, a short detour for a 1km walk in a national park to some falls. Drive drive drive then lunch in Grafton, a hipster café that the others had coincidentally eaten at on the way up (we found out later)! I don’t know why, since Sydney has changed so much, I wasn’t expecting country nsw to be like that…  Next stop was the Big Banana. I’ve been telling the offspring for years ‘it’s not that big’ but little one needed a refresher – didn’t remember visiting when really really little. A few photos and onwards. Petrol stop in Macksville, population 4,500 (I think the sign said) many of them surely at the petrol station it took so long to be our turn. Finally to Port Macquarie and a swim for the little one at Town Beach – one of several beautiful beaches they’re blessed with. At this point we’ve almost caught up with the others and end up at the same old-school motel just down the road. Ah Woongarra what a great night we had. Such friendly Sydney escapee owners, serene walk on the waterfront across the road, and fish and chips all round. Who wouldn’t slow down and be calm there…

Day two let’s go home. I had the old-school motel breakfast just because I wanted to see if it was really going to come through that hole in the wall. It did. And it was good. We didn’t stop til Newcastle. Another swim and a recommended bagel for the little one. A drive around old stomping grounds, sadly unrecognisable…could have been another place, a life time ago.  AND HOME – strange how you can be tired and keen to get there, restless once you are.

😉