2009 Where Did '08 go?

Maybe I just forgot to write. It's not a slack thing really. It's been busy. Lots of work. Change of work, home - change of everything. A bit of romance. Yep, there's something different. A new grandchild. Some big times - great joys - great sadness. Loads really.

But everyone's life is just that, eh? It's only when you stop for a little bit to write a line or two about the path you've walked, that you see how far you've travelled.

Personally, I think I've been walking in circles. I'm just a little older than I was in my last post.

Beginning to unravel

Revisted my blog and found this - an unpublished bit - it was too hard to put 'out there'. So many things have happened since and many times I found strength in the friendship I had with my old friend.

19.05.07
I can spend an eternity procrastinating but I know as well as anyone the only way to rid myself of this writer's block is to write. It's all been said before. So you write a whole bunch of drivel but do you publish it?
Chai said it the other day - this is an account of memeories and there's where it's at. In ten years it won't matter that I wasn't eloquent in what I said.

This time last year I lost an old friend - he was 41 years old and died of cancer. When we were kids he said he wouldn't live past fifty. When you are a kid you don't take that too seriously do you? He left a wife and three kids behind. He was the most honest man I ever knew. There were times when his 'black and white' viewpoint on things would drive me crazy. But then again he is the only man I have ever trusted without question. I'll share our old photos with his kids one day.

Anyway, it's made me think a lot.

18.04.09
It still does.

I've Had a Lot to Say

What do you do when there are no words. You just shut up and realise that something bigger than you is in control and all you can do is suck it in and keep moving. Life has been a roller-coaster of extremes. It has been amazing.

Le Tigs Has Left the Building

Yes, my little slow-to-notice-oncoming-traffic-even-buses-on-main-roads grandcat has gone home to live with his Mum and Dad in their new house. The neighbourhood wildlife can have a rest now.

I did get my big brother back from overseas. Did you know he was away? Probably not. I haven't written here for a bit. Anyway, he was away and now he's back which is a good thing because I missed him.

Our nations states are being perfect children if the Rugby and Football Grand Finals are anything to go by - it's always nice when they behave nicely away from home. This is the time of bbqs and meat pies. Yes, I am directing you towards The inaugural “We Do Chew Our Food” pie review. Eat. Write. Enjoy.

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.

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.

Do the Red Nose Thing

June 30th is Red Nose Day.



Child Long Gone
by Husky Nutmeg

I’ll wonder about the exact moment you left.
Somehow I know that to be kissed by an angel is big.
Another soul touching yours,
Sweeping through you.
The grandeur of its physical presence
The inprint that can never leave.
This moment is bigger than me.
Little Rosebud
Your little heart silent.
I’ll never truly know why
You didn’t wait to see a day.