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
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…
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).
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.
ah my bones are aching, my joints and/or muscles…is it this, is it that, is it ‘just’ old age?
my glasses need bumping, one ear is less interested in hearing you…
and today, when I looked at the referral the doctor gave me for a 24hour blood pressure monitor test all I saw was ’56 year old’
I’m going through some sort of crisis and it’s not middle age my friends! (marbles intact so far)
Today was a day like any other. Any other during a heatwave that is. Meaning – air con on and stay where you are!
So, I was trawling social media…and a post popped up in a support group I follow and the day took an intense turn. A young woman asked if the amount of medication she had on hand was enough to end her life. What an amazingly wonderful group of people – all living with a chronic illness, often misunderstood and dismissed – delivered a constant stream of messages until we were sure she was safe. A paramedic from another state tried to get someone to her home. Someone from her actual city offered to go to ER with her. Kindness screamed from my screen and overwhelmed me with joy in the midst of such sadness. We are all connected.
There’s a whole team, unseen, walking with her now. So glad she reached out. She spent the afternoon at the hospital, went home with antidepressants and therapy sessions set up and a collective sigh of relief went round.
Tonight, I saw a tv show I’ve never heard of before – Henry Winkler and William Shatner were in Tokyo. Laugh? I did 🙂
Intense day – strangely good start to the week.
I’m feeling a little lost today friends. It’s been a strange old life.
My eldest has been on maternity leave for ever…and my youngest was between jobs. Today they both left the house all corporate and happy. And I had nothing to do, nowhere to be, no one to talk to. I didn’t know I needed a plan day one.
It was the first day of school after the long summer holiday all over again. Other mothers couldn’t wait for the holidays to end, I wanted them to go on and on. I like my babies close. Is it me who didn’t grow up while they did? The nest will empty and I’ll still be bringing treats home, looking for the 3pm smile and hug.