Thursday, January 29, 2015

Cheer on Binga

Tonight Mr C, me and my nephew Lewis went to the Big Bash Final at Manuka Oval. I've not really been paying attention but the Sydney 6ers played the Perth Peanuts, sorry, the Perth Scorchers.

And Brett Lee was playing for the Sydney 6ers and bowling and almost won the game with a hat-trick, but he didn't but it didn't matter because he is my cricketing hero and I saw him playing his last game.

It was so exciting.

We had a great time at the Pop Cricket. There is music and dancing and fireworks and crazy costumes...not sure why that is a thing, but lots of people dress as superheroes and the Hawaiian shirt with shorts was a popular choice.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Thinking, thinking

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. That is the statement that most makes my life coach quiver ... and then she says "Oh, this will be interesting, or dangerous." Then she laughs.

But I have been thinking. It's two years since the teenagers and I moved into our new's not so new anymore but this whole single parenting thing is not what I had envisaged all those years ago when the teenagers were born.

Now that we have had time to catch our collective breaths, I've been thinking about what comes next.

I'm not sure what that is. My priority is to get the teenagers through school and have a great relationship with me and their dad. We are all doing pretty well with that, now.

Then I think about myself and what I want. Art, love, music, writing, money to live on, beautiful friends. I am surrounded by beautiful friends. I had dinner last night with one of them, then I snuck in a couple of cheeky drinks with another.

I made a beautiful friend at the end of 2013 who taught me much about how men think about relationships. I didn't leave my previous life for someone else, and I haven't found someone else, although I do meet many intriguing and interesting men. Most of them are married.

The two men I know who are single are even more unavailable than the married ones...isn't that the way life is?

Let's see what the Universe delivers next.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

The ex factor

Tonight a dear friend of mine is having s*x with his ex. I only know this because I asked him. He had asked me not to send him a text between tonight and Tuesday because he is staying at her house to do some work...that's when I asked the question.

He said yes, he's having ex-s*x.

Why bother getting a divorce?

He's told me how terrible the marriage was from the start, the straw that broke the camel's back and much in between. Yet he's willing to dredge up all sorts of feelings from the ex...


Lucky I'm not in love with this one...he's funny and sends me outrageous photos late at night and is quite gorgeous, but as he says, he needs to sort himself out.

I've been on that path for a few years longer.

My ex, on the other hand, drilled holes in plant pots for me today. I bought these pots a couple of months ago but didn't realise they were sans drainage holes. That's the blur I've been living in for the past two years. I do not own a drill, because I lived in a house for many years that had two. A drill hasn't been on the top of my shopping list since moving.

So today when I went to clean out my study at my old home, I took the pots and got some drainage holes drilled.

It was quite emotional looking through "stuff" and deciding what to keep and what to purge. About 80% of what had ended up in my study was purged. Lots of old work files. Who wants to remember the drama-filled days of working for four politicians in three years? No thanks.

I've kept anything to do with the children and their lives, but most of the rest of it has gone.

I have to make a couple of return visits, but I've certainly changed the energies today.

Wonder how my friend's night will change the energies in his life.

And we are both love with the idea of love...not all that practical with the details.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Have a good one

I've been told at least five times today to "have a good one". Each time was when I had purchased an item or two at a shop.

"Have a good one" is said as the change and goods are handed over.

I'm wanting to ask "a good what?":

A wank?

A f*ck?

A meal?

The trip home?

An afternoon watching tennis?

A life?

It's strange how sayings are adopted by the masses all at once. Perhaps someone on TV says it, but I barely watch TV so I wouldn't know. It could be something they say on morning television, because you have to have a special sort of bubbliness to be on morning television, but I never watch morning television. Some would say I'm not prone to bubbliness, unless it is in the form of champagne.

It sounds something like a TV weatherperson would say. But why then do people who work in shops say such inanities.

Why not something with meaning? Like "thank you, hope you enjoy the meat/pineapple/wine/shorts/shoes/holiday".

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Life, the Universe and Everything

I'm not normally one to have heroes. I love a good crush (a la Brad Pitt) but if I had to name a hero it would be Nicolaus Copernicus. I quite love someone who changes the way the world thinks. When my son graduated from Year 10 his teacher said he was someone who had challenged the way they all thought and that he would do great things.

It was quite amazing to hear this from people I didn't really know. Boys are not so good at talking about school.

In a roundabout way I am getting to the point of today's post. I've been studying astrology for a couple of years and seek and receive great guidance from the Astrologer Mystic Medusa who writes the most interesting blog and scopes.

Some of my friends will now be rolling their eyes thinking I have completely lost it, but I don't care any more. I don't really give a fig what others think. I know what works for me, I'm happy that others know what works for them but hopefully we can still be friends.

Today I have the Sun and Moon conjunct Saturn and Mercury and Venus conjunct the Aquarius Moon, all in the house of Aqua. There is much I need to study.

Last night I couldn't sleep and ended up after about four hours' awake astral travelling. It's exciting but exhausting. It does, however, process much, quickly.

There are big changes afoot and I'm ready for them.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

18 January

How to celebrate Mother's 82nd birthday when she has been dead for 22 years? Reorganise the house.

Lorna Date with her firstborn, Ken.

Miss Bliss and I spent seven hours organising our wardrobes, culling clothes we do not wear, moving a piece or two of furniture, vacuuming, dusting, washing clothes, all the other palaver that goes with a good feng shui for the New Year.

Lorna had a habit of rearranging whatever house we were living in. As we lived in "the Rectory", she had no say in decorating so she would move whole rooms around. We could get home and find ourselves in a different bedroom.

I get it now. She so wanted a stable and beautiful home for her family, but we always lived in the crappiest house in the street and the d*cks from the church wouldn't do it up, saying there were four children and we would wreck wherever we were living.

Well guess what? When children are brought up properly they do not destroy their home.

So fast forward to today. We moved in here two years and it has taken that long to catch my breath. I'm hopeless at keeping the projects at bay. I think it has something to do with the depression. I'm more focused on keeping body and soul together than sorting out my wardrobe and the fabric and my art equipment and the books I'm reading and magazines and bills and mail, but I've been trying lately to do that. I've decided that 2015 is the year of the gorgeous, including having a gorgeous house, so today Bliss and I did our work.

My poor back is screaming in agony but I'm glad it's done.

Bring on all the good and the great and the glitter and the gorgeous for 2015.

Friday, January 16, 2015


Thank Goodness I am Fabulous.

What a week. So many things have been happening lately I'm not sure where I'm up to but I have had some interesting occurrences this week.

Mr C and I went to the PM's XI v England cricket match at Manuka Oval on Wednesday and I made some new friends (like I always do). More married men. I always meet married men.

I do have one single friend who sent me the most interesting photo the other night. Haha. I love someone who has the confidence to do that.

My gorgeous friend Tania sent me a beautiful calendar from FNQ, featuring a photo of a cowboy. I am planning my trip to FNQ. Was there in 2001...a great part of Australia and I will return.

Work is supposed to be quiet, but it's not. That's OK. Lots to do, let's get on with it.

22 days until One Direction.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Narrow Road to the Deep North

I hate war. My stomach turns at the thought of it, at pictures of it, at footage of it. I cannot believe that people give up their lives to fight for our country and our freedom. I'm forever in their debt.

I had a great uncle who was a POW in WWII. As with most men who survived such ordeals, they never really spoke about what happened and it was never really a topic of conversation in our family.

Richard Flanagan wrote The Narrow Road To The Deep North and won the Man Booker Prize 2014. I've literally just finished reading it. It has taken me two weeks, and this past weekend I went to the Australian War Memorial to see Ben Quilty's paintings from his time as a war artist in Afghanistan.

They are overwhelming and outstanding and incredible, as is all of Ben's work. He is a national treasure. My art teacher one day paid me the highest complement by saying I was applying paint like Ben Quilty.

Back to my point: Flanagan's book, although a novel, makes the Thai-Burma railway come to life for those who had family there but never really heard how horrific it was. I am forever in his debt.

While I was at the AWM on Saturday and got a copy of my great uncle's war record. There is much more research to be done.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Turn The Lights Out

This new year marks the second anniversary of my new life, living with the two teenagers away from their dad.

My closest friends know what it has been like for me and I love them and value their enduring support as I have made my new way.

I've had a big think over the past few weeks about where I want to be in the next few years. Obviously it will involve painting and I will go back to art class when it resumes in February (although I will miss the first one due to a date with One Direction).

I love showing my paintings to friends and contacts. Most people are incredibly supportive and complimentary, which is really special.

There has been a terrible atrocity in Paris in the past day and I said to one of my journalist colleagues today that I was sad to admit that I was not surprised.

The apocalypse has been long predicted in religion. We are witnessing too many instances of that of late. Bad things have always happened but now we know about them almost instantly. For someone who has listened, watched, read and absorbed the "news" for three+ decades I'm glad of my decision in recent years to restrict my media consumption to a bit of radio news and current affairs in the morning and the occasional catch-up via TV or social media. I'm enjoying the work subscription to one newspaper, to follow the political commentary.

My life is so different. I get home from work and paint and read and cook and don't think too much about work. This is weird, as for so long it was all-consuming, but I'm glad I have learnt from experiences in recent years that to be consumed by work is not clever.

There is much more I want to say, but won't. Other than I love my beautiful friends and thank them all for being in my life.

Please enjoy:

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Beach baby beach

The beach is calling me but as I'm landlocked again I'm painting it. This evening I came home from work and have done the undercoat for an oil painting of my favourite beach.

Painting in watercolours is opposite to painting in oils. You get one go at it and there is no adding white or light once the mark is on the paper.

I prefer to use a palette knife rather than brushes for oils, as the textures it creates is outstanding.

This little beach scene is going to sustain me for a while...

I'm planning on crocheting a mermaid blanket for winter. Yes, a mermaid blanket, that looks like a tail and you can wear it to keep warm. Just the thing for a Canberra winter. Maybe I could find a hot boyfriend to keep me warm...

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Back to work

I had to go back to work today. Let's say the transition from beach holiday to office was not entirely smooth. I love my job and my colleagues but today my heart was still at the beach.

Luckily there is much to be done in the next month so I won't have time to be idle. However, I did some serious thinking at the beach and there are new adventures to be hatched.

Tonight I'm sitting reading Richard Flanagan's The Narrow Road to the Deep North which is an entirely captivating story.

It would be nice to join a book club so I could discuss reading and content and stories and authors with others. I've never really thought about doing this so I'm not sure how to even find a book club to join. Maybe I will start my own. Apparently there is wine.

I've also decided I want to learn woodwork. This is totally impractical for where I live and my lack of time, but it's something that has got into my brain.

Monday, January 5, 2015

What I did on my holidays

Hordens Beach, Bundeena

Miss B and the Holiday Dog

Macquarie Pass

Storm near Canberra

I have some glorious friends and three of them gave me their house for this past week. The house is in Bundeena which is perched at the edge of the Royal National Park south of Sydney.

I've been going to Bundeena for years but this was the first time I had stayed in the "new" house. It's beautiful, light, airy, has a pool, room for visitors, a garden, a dog and chooks.

Every morning was a sleep-in, every evening was a party. Everyday we swam in the ocean or the pool or both. The Irish cousins came to stay, which was beautiful as they are wonderful children.

I painted a little, read two pages of one of the three books that went on holidays with me, had a big think about life and where I'm headed over the next five years. I'm a bit cautious about a five-year plan because the last one I had did not work out at all.

However, I think I shall call this the five-year manifestation. I'm good at manifesting things. This will be a biggie.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy New 2015

I love a new year. It's like walking into a stationery shop with all those blank journals. So many possibilities to fill each page.

There are 365 days to fill this year. Today I swam in the ocean, painted a picture, swam in my holiday pool, walked my holiday dog, listened to some music, drank some beer, drank some wine (it's holidays, I started when it was 23:59 in New York).

          Hydrangeas, by me.   Sandcastle, by Anonymous.

Last night Miss B and I had a fairly quiet evening, which was exactly as it should have been after such a big year.

We watched the 9pm Sydney fireworks from 29 km away, and they were spectacular, then we listened to some music and I painted and we watched the Midnight fireworks on telly.

Then I slept. The best thing about being on holidays is that the black bags under my eyes are no longer black...

I had three resolutions last year and I achieved one and three-quarters of them. So this year, no resolutions, just a commitment to achieve some major goals, which I will share as they happen.

Thanks to all my beautiful friends for their gorgeousness these past 12 months. I have had lots of laughs, deep conversations, wine and Moet, walks, laughs, serious discussions and have even been able to offer some good advice when friends have sought it from me.

I love the rich tapestry that is my life. So glad you are all a part of it.