By 8 o'clock in the morning I am usually at work. That gives me an hour to get ready for the day without rushing around needlessly. I have never liked being late (I take after my Dad) and would much prefer to be early and unrushed.
By 8 o'clock in the morning John is usually at work or just heading off to work depending upon which fortnight it is. He has either been there for an hour already or he is due to start shortly.
By 8 o'clock in the morning Sian is probably awake and thinking about getting up. That also depends on the day and her uni timetable. If it is Thursday, then she too is ready to leave. The other days are a little slower.
By 8 o'clock at night we are all in relaxation mode sitting around watching TV and doing 'stuff' like blog-writing on our laptops.
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
"WRITING"
As I sit here 'writing' this blog my beautiful husband sits reading the 'writing' that Jake's friends and family contributed instead of bringing flowers to the cemetery the day Jake was buried.
I'm so glad that we asked for written memories from all of those who were closest to him.
Today I randomly plucked these 'writings' from Opa's box, where they have been housed for the last twelve months, and stuck them into a Memory Book ready for what would have been a celebration for Jake's 21st birthday next Sunday.
Tonight we have spent time rereading these wonderfully sad, happy, naughty and nostalgic memories and crying over a life cut short by a mind too perfect to continue in this imperfect world.
But, writing has been my therapy in all this sadness.
Creating a blog has provided a very unexpected outlet for my grief. It has allowed my mind to delve into memories so small they may otherwise have been forgotten. It has made me cry and laugh and smile fondly. But distributing these memories has been a daily chore which I look forward to. It has been a task which recalls a life of laughter and joy and, thus has been a comfort.
Writing has allowed me to smile at the memories left behind.
Writing has enabled my friends and family, and many of Jake's friends, to share these little memories and to smile with me.
Writing makes me smile!
I'm so glad that we asked for written memories from all of those who were closest to him.
Today I randomly plucked these 'writings' from Opa's box, where they have been housed for the last twelve months, and stuck them into a Memory Book ready for what would have been a celebration for Jake's 21st birthday next Sunday.
Tonight we have spent time rereading these wonderfully sad, happy, naughty and nostalgic memories and crying over a life cut short by a mind too perfect to continue in this imperfect world.
But, writing has been my therapy in all this sadness.
Creating a blog has provided a very unexpected outlet for my grief. It has allowed my mind to delve into memories so small they may otherwise have been forgotten. It has made me cry and laugh and smile fondly. But distributing these memories has been a daily chore which I look forward to. It has been a task which recalls a life of laughter and joy and, thus has been a comfort.
Writing has allowed me to smile at the memories left behind.
Writing has enabled my friends and family, and many of Jake's friends, to share these little memories and to smile with me.
Writing makes me smile!
Sunday, 5 August 2012
"LOGO"
Both Sian and Jake loved design and graphics. They had to design logos and things like that as part of their school work and both had some humour involved in their designs.
Jake would put silly comments or words into his designs as was his bent.
Sian would enthusiastically look for existing logos and designs for inspiration.
I remember her Year 12 portfolio containing some tampon packets as they were colourful and had tessellated patterns all over them.
I love the Google logo and the way it changes to suit the events of the moment.
The Victoria Bitter logo has to be the best of all though...it just says VB!!
Jake would put silly comments or words into his designs as was his bent.
Sian would enthusiastically look for existing logos and designs for inspiration.
I remember her Year 12 portfolio containing some tampon packets as they were colourful and had tessellated patterns all over them.
I love the Google logo and the way it changes to suit the events of the moment.
The Victoria Bitter logo has to be the best of all though...it just says VB!!
Saturday, 4 August 2012
"SOMEWHERE YOU SAT"
We all have our favourite places to sit, whether it be at home or at work.
At home, John and I have reclining armchairs with Scandinavian footstools. The chairs are reasonably firm yet very comfortable. But, every now and then I will gravitate towards the couch which is soft and luxurious and makes you want to go to sleep.
Sian has always, always, always loved sitting on her bed better than anywhere else in the house. As a little girl, I remember her growling at her Aunty 'Chelle for daring to sit on HER bed!! It is her domain and she loves it!!
Jake loved to sit at the desk chair with his eyes glued to the computer and his feet up on the desk. Or, he would be sitting in the armchair in the shed with his long legs stretched out on the little coffee table.
At work I am not really fussed about where I sit but it is quite funny watching people avoiding certain conversations or 'entrapments'....I know, because I too try to avoid the same! This is not always possible and then you have no choice but to endure a lengthy conversation about something you didn't want to hear, or you have to put up with interlopers adding their 'bit' to personal conversations. Oh well, if that's the worst we have to put up with, then life is pretty breezy!!
At home, John and I have reclining armchairs with Scandinavian footstools. The chairs are reasonably firm yet very comfortable. But, every now and then I will gravitate towards the couch which is soft and luxurious and makes you want to go to sleep.
Sian has always, always, always loved sitting on her bed better than anywhere else in the house. As a little girl, I remember her growling at her Aunty 'Chelle for daring to sit on HER bed!! It is her domain and she loves it!!
Jake loved to sit at the desk chair with his eyes glued to the computer and his feet up on the desk. Or, he would be sitting in the armchair in the shed with his long legs stretched out on the little coffee table.
At work I am not really fussed about where I sit but it is quite funny watching people avoiding certain conversations or 'entrapments'....I know, because I too try to avoid the same! This is not always possible and then you have no choice but to endure a lengthy conversation about something you didn't want to hear, or you have to put up with interlopers adding their 'bit' to personal conversations. Oh well, if that's the worst we have to put up with, then life is pretty breezy!!
Friday, 3 August 2012
"COIN"
When our kids were little John made a "House Money Box" with the intention that it would be used for Christmas holiday spending money....only to be opened once a year.
It was about 60 or 70 cm tall with light blue walls and a red roof. It had two windows downstairs and two upstairs. Each window housed a coin slot...one for each family member. The idea was that any time you had coins in the bottom of your wallet you would transfer them to your 'window' in the House.
My 'window' always ended up with the least number of 'coins' in it because I was the one always handing my spare change to the kids to pay for lunch orders, excursions, basketball, brownies, badminton, etc. It just seemed to disappear as soon as it appeared!
In more recent years the back of the box always had evidence of tampering and very few 'coins' could be found in it. Hmmm...I have my suspicions, and it involves an angel of the not-so-angelic variety! xxx
It was about 60 or 70 cm tall with light blue walls and a red roof. It had two windows downstairs and two upstairs. Each window housed a coin slot...one for each family member. The idea was that any time you had coins in the bottom of your wallet you would transfer them to your 'window' in the House.
My 'window' always ended up with the least number of 'coins' in it because I was the one always handing my spare change to the kids to pay for lunch orders, excursions, basketball, brownies, badminton, etc. It just seemed to disappear as soon as it appeared!
In more recent years the back of the box always had evidence of tampering and very few 'coins' could be found in it. Hmmm...I have my suspicions, and it involves an angel of the not-so-angelic variety! xxx
Thursday, 2 August 2012
"ONE"
'One' day I hope to...
- travel to New Zealand and maybe even Canada (if I win Tattslotto)
- write a book
- retire
- dance at my daughter's wedding
- cuddle my little grandchildren
- attempt some mixed media art works
- grow old and stay happy
- hug my boys
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
"OUTSIDE"
I remember when Sian and Jake were about 3 and 4 years old and I was bathing them together. It had been a very hot day and tempers were frayed, including theirs. They had not stopped bickering and arguing all day which was quite uncharacteristic for the two of them.
The squabbling continued as I bathed them and after ignoring my pleas to cease their fighting I calmly picked them both up and deposited them 'outside' the back door. They were still wet and stark naked.
Our back door was a large double door made of glass and it came directly off the family room at the back of the house. I locked the door and sat down on the couch with a magazine and proceeded to read whilst positioning myself where I could see them both and they could see me.
Well, they were flabbergasted!! It was SO funny! I think they just couldn't believe that I would put them 'outside' with no clothes on!
For several minutes they just stood at the door, speechless. Then, they turned to each other and both began laughing and giggling and cavorting around the backyard like Wild Things.
Their squabbles were forgotten in the freedom that nakedness allowed them!
The squabbling continued as I bathed them and after ignoring my pleas to cease their fighting I calmly picked them both up and deposited them 'outside' the back door. They were still wet and stark naked.
Our back door was a large double door made of glass and it came directly off the family room at the back of the house. I locked the door and sat down on the couch with a magazine and proceeded to read whilst positioning myself where I could see them both and they could see me.
Well, they were flabbergasted!! It was SO funny! I think they just couldn't believe that I would put them 'outside' with no clothes on!
For several minutes they just stood at the door, speechless. Then, they turned to each other and both began laughing and giggling and cavorting around the backyard like Wild Things.
Their squabbles were forgotten in the freedom that nakedness allowed them!
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