Monday, November 9, 2009

Lunch, filing and video calls

1. Mr Wonderful suprises me by coming home for lunch.
2. The satisfaction that comes with organising papers and putting them away. Almost thrilling to look at our papers inhabiting their rightful spot in our expander files.
3. My family discover skype and my parents are like children with a toy. Wide eyed and in awe they chatter away on the video call. Princess thinks it is all great fun and reaches out to the screen to touch them.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Lawns, singer and cereal

1. Pottering in the garden whilst Mr Wonderful battles with his old school non-motorised law mower. The sound of it makes the Princess giggle.
2. A jazz singer's live performance chills my spine and brings tears to my eyes. Her voice dances over and around the beat, I cannot imagine anything more perfect sounding.
3. Princess has her first bowl of rice cereal. She is thrilled at the sensation and leans toward us, mouth open seeking more. She laughs at the new feeling of food in her mouth and her face is covered with misplaced smears of gluggy white cereal.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Car wash, raspberries and carpet

1. After an incident with a flying egg, our car gets a trip to the Car Wash. It looks brand new and shiny again.
2. The Princess has been responding to my best efforts to teach her to say Dad-da with raspberries. Tonight, during dinner, sandwhiched between a succession of raspberries, came a loud and clear Da-da. She didn't seem to phased by this mini-feat, but I sure was excited.
3. It is warm and I have ditched my slippers for the summer. I love the feeling of the carpet against my feet.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Post boxes, pyjamas and a little kip

1. A homemade card and a letter of apology are in the post to a dear friend. I still get a thrill, even in this day and age, of putting a letter in the red post boxes. There is something exciting about sending real handwritten mail the old fashioned way. A red box filled with possibilities.
2. A sick Mr Wonderful is in bed in his pyjamas at 7.30pm. He looks young, like a little boy. He is trying to be tough.
3. The Princess curls up with me for an afternoon kip. Her cheeks are rosy and one side of her head is damp with sweat. I can hear in her breath the moment that she begins to dream. I try with all my might to commit these moments to memory.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Four leaf clover, ice-cream and magpies

1. Found: One four leaf clover. After a lifetime of searching, during picnics, t-ball games and akward outdoor conversations, I looked down today to find staring right at me a beautiful four leaf clover. Now residing in my bible, a little reminder of the joys of finding something you have searched for for so long.
2. Sneaking a bit of ice-cream in a tea cup for afternoon tea. I am sly whilst I eat the last of it without anyone knowing.
3. Mr Wonderful and I lie belly down on an old picnic blanket. The Princess sleeps under a grand old gum tree. Our conversation is peppered with the flap of the Sunday paper we are reading and our persistent shooing of an over amorous magpie.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

The gift, a dance and a treat

1. Outside a local restaurant a very voluptuous woman teeters on new and uncomfortable high heels. She is wearing a shocking pink dress that sits low on her bust and high on her thigh. There is a giant bow on her dress and with all that flesh she appears to be giving the world the gift of herself. Certainly gives me a giggle from the comfort of my car.
2. "The way you look tonight" plays in our living room. The princess is dripping wet and cocooned in a white fluffy towel. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyelashes clump into stars and she radiates the sweet smell of clean. We circle around the living room dancing, I sing the refrains and she responds by beaming a big guppy smile.
3. I make risotto for dinner. Not really my best, but Mr Wonderful doesn't go hungry. A suprise Caramello Koala completes our meal.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Books, apologies and the quiet

1. The bookcase in our study is groaning with books. Books of all persuasions. There are too many books, or maybe not enough shelf. They poke out here and there, inviting me to open them and stop for a while to ponder.
2. Heartfelt apologies by the pale pre-dawn light.
3. Quietness after house guests last week. A somewhat eerie peace descends on the house. The Princess is asleep and I wander around in my apron, enjoying sweet solitude.