Husky Nutmeg's Word Gallery

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Tuesdays


"There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind? "
(Rolling Stones, Ruby Tuesday)

I love Tuesdays. It's a 'thinking-planning kind of day.
A lot of list making happens here on a Tuesday, for fear of forgetting what is important by the weekend. These are followed by notes in strategic places saying stupid things like, 'Please Read Tuesday's List' and the motivational symbols and prompts like the word 'Why' on my fridge, reminding me there are good reasons for all of this.

And there are. It doesn't hurt to revisit why you do anything. The inception of a dream is so powerful at the time, it can feel as though it's set in stone. Without asking why over time, even the strongest intentions might become a bit weathered.

Tuesdays are a great time of the week.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Sundays

Sunday mornings are my favourite time of the week. It's all pajamas and newspapers, coffee and ABC for Kids. It's weekly horoscopes, some writing, some inspiration.

Some of my most treasured memories come from Sunday mornings. The week's ups and downs are reconcilled and the week ahead, a whole 24 hours from now.

I just finished working on a handbook for an aged care centre and one of the sentences is:

'The practice of this facility is for all residents to be fully dressed each day unless they are to remain in bed for any specific reason.'

Sunday mornings would never be the same for Husky Nutmeg.

Here's news. I’m a Nana now. It appears, the kids have decided I’ve done a good enough job with their cat (only lost him twice) and so have decided it is now safe to have children.

Being a Nana at 38 means I’ll get to be a Goovy Granny with sneakers and have all the perks of Nanahood without the arthritis. From now on, I’ll be able to make good scones. It’s an automatic thing you know.

I can wear crocheted shawls if I want. I can collect and hoard bottles and jars. Yeah okay. At least now I’ll have an excuse to do those things.

But pity help the little beggar who tries to mess with my Sunday mornings.