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Over the Rainbow

Posted on August 24, 2017

I’m sad; plain and simple. Today was the first time I’ve ever been to Rainbow and not gone to Grans house. It was surreal, not having her there in real life, supporting us like she has always done. It was strange not seeing ‘dog turds’ and her biscuits on the Church Hall tables after the committal. I’m also grateful, for so many things. She knew I loved her. I had 42 years with her, that’s longer than I had with mum. My boys knew her well and loved her dearly, their little Granny Mart. My love of cooking is because of her. Christmas Day will always have the “men do the dishes” rule, because Granny Mart said. So many things I love about her.…

When it rains.

Posted on August 2, 2017

Ever sit in a cafeteria, in a hospital and wonder, who all the people are, and why are they here? The two young doctors eating lunch together, who managed to unknowingly coordinate a matching outfit of camel chinos, brown shoes and belts, and light blue shirts. Table of four mature aged siblings, chatting over a coffee, perhaps here supporting a parent? Maybe it’s another sibling? Young girl in dark blue scrubs with her shoe scuffs and hair net still on. I’m wondering if she was in the theatre? Middle aged tradie, munching on a sandwich and swiping at his phone… working nearby, or visiting? Who knows. Young Asian doctor, eating his home made dumplings, and sipping his water from his flask. I imagine he’s…

Marchelly-with the jelly belly.

Posted on July 4, 2016

While we all meander through our years on this Earth; flicking through our childhood days of laughter and school, then leaping on into our teens with awkward body changes and mind-blowing thoughts, it’s not long before we are lobbed smack bang into our twenties where we generally find our soulmates and settle down into ‘our’ life. You quickly hit your thirties and you just expect to keep pushing on, growing wrinkles and grey hair, parenting a bunch of kids, or watching nieces and nephews grow up before your eyes,  and then grandkids come along and the rest is history. This is what we all expect. This is what doesn’t always happen…

It’s a SMALL World

Posted on November 4, 2015

I wrote this blog while holidaying… Please take me back!? Currently I am blogging from the now dark 7pm, humid and hot Trinity Beach; a ‘beach suburb’ if you like, North of the Cairns CBD. Beautiful Queensland never disappoints. Warm nights and days even if it is raining, wind that isn’t cold and nights that don’t require more than a sheet. I’d move here tomorrow if I could. Not just because of holiday reasons, but for the weather, the local people and rawness of the area if you get away from the touristy side of things. Which we did. Of course we’ve been ticking off the tourist list while we’ve been here for a short nine days so far and documenting it in Us’ies; watching the…

Family Curve Balls

Posted on June 18, 2015

My life has been turned upside down a couple of times. The ending of a major relationship, death of a parent, having children, losing jobs and it’s no doubt that I haven’t seen the end of it all. Life is going to throw you some curve balls and you just have to learn how to hit them out of the park to get past them and move on. One huge curve ball for me was the death of my mother ten years ago. Her death was profound, and truly was the making of the woman I am today. The strength, resilience and fortitude I embraced from her death will hold me in good stead for the next curve ball I guess. Having said that, her death was…

Towel & Trough

Posted on March 6, 2015

I’ve been living out of home now for 20 years. I moved out of the family nest at 18 into a house I shared with a girlfriend. Since then most of the bath towels in our home are ones I moved out with. Folding them this morning, I realise I’ve turned into my Grandmother. Long threads hanging from the guts of some towels, seams ripped up the sides and hanging in loops along the edge on others. Worn towels, stained and faded towels with a handful of new ones. Fuck, am I really that tight? Just buy some new ones Nom, for fucks sake! I’m reminded of the towels in the bathroom linen at my Grandparents when I was a child. So thin and…

Peggy

Posted on March 3, 2015

I sat with my mother in-law a couple of days ago, sipping our cuppas and chatting. She’s currently grieving the loss of her mother, Peggy and my heart hurts for her. We are all grieving. We all grieve differently and what is normal to one, is completely alien to another. Death can either bond a family together or rip it apart. You hear it time and time again, and it’s true. Rip or fold. Throw or hold. Peggy lived a long life of ninety one years. She married only once, bore seven children and saw dozens of grand children, great-grandchildren and great, great-grandchildren join the world. The last third of her ninety plus years was on her own after the loss of her husband, Stan aka Grampy. Over the…