July 22, 2010

Speaking words of wisdom, let it BE.

They say the simplest things in life are often the best. And the older I get, the more I think they are right. So often we are bogged down with the minutinae of everyday life and the luxury to stop for a second just isn't there. Some days it's all I can do to get the house in order, dinner sorted for that night and paperwork attended to in the office. Stopping for a second to spend some 'let it be' time is simply not possible and is the furthest thing from my mind!

I mention this because I am having an incredibly self-indulgent second visit to New Zealand (courtesy of The Provider's insistence that I do it, God love him) to attend a 30th reunion of a radio station that I used to work for over 20 years ago. I'm here for a week so it's officially 'let it be' time as of now. Very conveniently, JT and his Gorgeous Girl live an hours drive away from where the reunion is being held so I'm hanging out here for a few days with them. The Sweet Pea has grown so much in the 6 weeks it's been since I saw her last - her gurgles and smiles are truly life-changing for the lucky beholder. :)

I have brought my camera so shall record a few shots of the stunning - and OMG, I had forgotten how stunning it is - scenery in Queenstown. Stay tuned, darlings. I will share some pics SOON.

July 14, 2010

Now is the winter of our discontent...

It starts with a tickle. Innocent enough. Could be anything, dust, something in the air. But soon, it progresses to a sneeze. And then another one. And another. A few minutes later, your eyes are watering like a rampant river and you realise - with a frustrated sigh - that it's time to head to the medicine cabinet and grab the Telfast STAT.

I am, of course, talking about hayfever. And despite the fact that we are still in the middle of WINTER, this morning I have awoken to find myself afflicted with that familiar dull ache across my sinus cavities. (WTF??) So much for being a spring-time thing! I thought I had a few months off at least!

The culprit is the decidedly fickle Mother Nature, a huge fan of keeping people on the hop. She's one twitchy temperamental chick, isn't she? It's been blowing a gale around here over the last 18 hours, so naturally my sensitive nasal hairs have detected the change in the air quality - could it be pollen blown up from Victoria perhaps? Gee, thanks. *g*

Interestingly, I never used to be this way when I was younger - I had 21 sneeze-free years in New Zealand until I settled here in my early 20's. Who'd have known that as well as having 7 out of the top 10 most dangerous species on earth, Australia would have something 'extra' in the air as well. The lucky country? Hmmm. LOL.

*clutches tissue box*

July 7, 2010

Excuse me, but....

I was walking through the frozen food section of my local supermarket yesterday when an older lady, probably close to the age of the Groovy Grandma and shopping with her daughter, complimented me on the sparkly stitching design adorning the back pockets of my jeans. It had really caught her eye, she said, and she just had to tell me how lovely it was. It caught me off-guard for a second before I recovered and smiled, thanking her and adding that I'd forgotten about it as the design wasn't actually where *I* could see it! We both laughed at that as her daughter looked on rather bemused, then continued on with our shopping, sharing a smile over the rows of checkouts as our gazes happened to meet thirty or so minutes later.

How many of us do that? I don't mean look at strange women's backsides at the supermarket, lol - but talk to someone you don't know? It was such a simple thing - sharing an observation or thought - but it was a real highlight, her words a welcome burst of colour in the beige world of food shopping.

The Groovy Grandma was, and still is, a Master of the Chat. Much to the absolute horror of my brother, JT, and I, especially when we were young. "Go shopping with Mum and the shop assistant could end up knowing all kinds of stuff about you," the teenaged JT would complain. "She tells them ANYTHING!" I'd be looking on with much sympathy, remembering my own experiences of the same - the woman at the school uniform shop knowing way more about me than I felt she needed to, immediately springing to mind. Meanwhile, Mum would just shrug her shoulders. To her it was just conversation; a mother talking to another mother and what was wrong with that? (Now that I have kids, I understand this of course, but at the time? OMFG. Supreme embarrassment.)

I find myself chatting to people I don't know quite often, though. Whether it's standing in line at the bank, chatting to the taxi driver, or swapping a few words with the old lady who often walks past our house. In this day and age, it's certainly not as common as it used to be; people tend to be more private and tight-lipped nowdays, especially in the cities. I'd like to think it's not like that in the country, though.

It is interesting to note, however, that despite all of the above I am becoming more and more like the Groovy Grandma as I get older. My kids better watch out. I'm quite possibly just as chatty. *g*
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