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Friday, September 21, 2012

Born to be happy

This could be one of those long and winding stories if I let it, so I'm working really hard to keep it in check.  Yesterday I spoke of heading into my sewing room to actually sew.  Well, I became a little sidetracked, emptied the contents into the hallway and dining room so our house looked like an episode of Hoarders, and then realised I needed the services of the MOTH to help rebuild the Ikea storage I'd "unbuilt" to move everything around.  And that won't be until the weekend.  So in the meantime I'm kind of stuck with a disaster.  It's been good though.  I've reacquainted myself with "stuff" I haven't seen for ages, and realised there's even more "stuff" that's just taking up space and has worn out it's welcome.  There's furniture shuffling going on.  By the end of this episode just about every piece of furniture in the house will have moved position, if not room.  (Did someone mention Spring cleaning?)

Anyhow,  I headed to a local shopping centre to buy some plastic storage tubs.  And bought a CD.  I'd heard Clare Bowditch on the radio the other day talking about her new album.  She was telling a story about a visit to the GP.  The GP reminded Clare we are born to be happy.  It struck a chord.  Here at Chez Squirt Baby we've been talking for a while about how to rearrange our lives so more of the sun shines in.  Of course you have to work at it - things like this don't just happen (I know that cos I've been waiting for a while now and nothing has changed).

So I bought the CD, hopped into the car.  At the lights I tore furiously at the plastic sheath, triumphant when I pulled it off just before the lights changed, only to find another layer underneath.  Seriously??  So I had to wait for the next set of lights before loading Clare into the CD player to listen to the happy music on the journey home.  She comes across as a lovely chick, and I think I could learn a lot from her!






Thursday, September 20, 2012

Doing the rounds

For the past month we've had a lurgy doing the rounds of this household.  Over and over again.  It's a sore throat that comes and goes, accompanied by that bleurgh kind of feeling and sometimes a bit of a cough.  For the asthmatics in the family it creates a lot of a cough.  Thankfully it's not the whooping cough that had a little break-out at school, but it is going on and on and on.  You get the idea.

We're limping to the finish line of term 3 and hoping for an outbreak of sunshine.  A bit of sunshine that  makes you feel so alive and ready and raring to go.  On days like this, despite our sore throats and moments of coughing we've forced ourselves to go out.  Like this -


Ah, the therapeutic action of blue sky (albeit with clouds looming) and some delicious cake at the rather pleasant Somers General Store.

I have to say there hasn't been a whole lot of creating going on around here.  It might have something to do with the state of my sewing room, but I'm sure it's because I've been feeling poorly.  Anyway, today is the day - I have a few child-free hours (thanks kinder and school) so I'm off to reacquaint myself with my machines.