100th post! My maiden century!
I had a very different post in mind to mark this milestone, but this one will be more fun. And it haz pretty pictures!
Thanks so much for stopping by. Maybe you’ve been here before – thanks for that too! Quite possibly you are my mum, sister or husband and have read most or even all of my posts – you guys are
suckers for punishment legends!
I’ve really enjoyed blogging for the past nearly three years (off and on… it’s taken me this long to hit a hundred posts after all) about whatever takes my fancy. I have grown extremely fond of doing photography and travel-related posts in particular though… I might try to do more. More posts in general, actually!
Speaking of photography posts, here’s one to remind me of summer now that it’s over.
… I know that technically it isn’t over until 1530hrs this Sunday but here in Australia the nobs-that-be insist that our seasons line up with calendar months rather than equinoxes, and thus our summer officially ended on the 29th of February. In Queensland summer is more a state of mind anyway.
This summer has seen the boys reach some milestones of their own! For starters Finn has discovered his inner cricket nut.
If he wasn’t hitting tennis balls up against the garage door or begging J and I for a game in the driveway he was watching the Summer Test Series or the Big Bash on the telly. He’s even started commentating our games, going on about ‘in the slips’ and ‘yorkers’ and ‘ramping it’. (Don’t ask me, I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about.)
A 7-12 year olds’ version of the Big Bash – the Milo T20 Blast, where the kids get into teams and play matches for up to 90 minutes – has been running for the past several weeks at Robina, and Finn was so desperate to go we couldn’t say no. He’s absolutely loved it, and there’s even more set for the Easter holidays.
Roars has also impressed. He has achieved the huge personal goal of swimming in the pool all by himself! Roars has always been a reluctant swimmer. Not sure whether it’s because his eczema would itch and sting and distract him, or because I did some stupid thing when he was a baby and gave him a phobia, or just because he was born to be shitscared of water. Either way, he HATED putting his face in, HATED floating on his back, and would always freak out and scream at you if he felt you weren’t holding him tightly enough. He’d go in the pool only if I was there to catch him, or he had his boogieboard to kick around on.
He’s had lessons for the past 3 years but a month ago it finally just… clicked! We’d had a break from lessons while in New Zealand, his eczema, incredibly, finally, cleared up (massive woohoo!) and he was sleeping much better, and when we got back they had a lesson on Saturday morning. And on Sunday he jumped into our pool and swam over to the step like it was no big deal. But trust me, IT WAS A BIG DEAL. I may have got something in my eye. And he hasn’t looked back!
So now I don’t have to go in if I don’t feel like it, which is great because sometimes the boys think they are polar bears. It’s also cool because these little guys also like to hang out around the pool this time of year and I like to chase them with my camera…
We’ve spent plenty of time in the pool, and of course been to the beach a fair bit, though not as much as we’d like. It’s somehow never quite as much as we’d like.
We’re heading to Flat Rock (NSW) to camp at the beach on Friday, so that’ll be another fix. Hopefully there won’t be any last minute cyclones jammed in at the end of the season; all the beaches from the Sunshine Coast to Tweed were off limits last week when the swell from Cyclone Winston (which had hit Fiji over 2700km away!) arrived on the Coast.
What was quite surreal was that the days were brilliant, clear, and perfect with only a light breeze, but the surf raged like a monster. The power of the wind and the four metre storm surge at ground zero must have been terrifying.
I achieved a long term goal of climbing Currumbin Rock on this visit – I nearly chickened out, but after seeing a dozen teenagers scampering nimbly to the top like mountain goats I decided I just had to do it; I had to prove to myself I wasn’t an old fart. I mean I wouldn’t have thought twice about it when I was their age!
… Did I just say “when I was their age“? God I am an old fart.
I’ll miss the piles of stonefruit at the shops; peaches and cherries especially, and leaving all the doors and windows open and walking around barefoot. We’ve already set the boys to collecting kindling and in a matter of weeks my little right toe will turn into an iceblock and we’ll be using the fireplace again.
Most things I love about summer aren’t going anywhere though – and that’s one of the things I love about living in Queensland. The sun, the beaches, the rain. Lush green growth everywhere you look.
In the garden everything’s gone nuts this year, the lemons are overachieving as usual but the limes are doing okay too, and we’re even getting our first orange!
And while I love summer afternoon storms, I don’t need to miss them because they never really go and can happen any time. I remember one sunny winter morning in June we sat down for brunch at 10am, the leading edge of a massive storm hit us at 10.15, and by 10.40 it was all over. Weird! I love it.