Just a typical morning here in the ‘burbs. Older two trundle off to school, littlers with me. One on my shoulders, chattering happily about how the car in the driveway we just passed has “magic glass” and how it’s made from magic and glitter and sandman’s sand and it takes bad dreams away. She made it, she tells me, using “glass magic” that she could tell me about but it’s a secret. Littlest blows raspberries and amuses himself by dripping the juice from his sippy cup onto his vegemite toast. When I pick him up later, I will get to deal with a soggy, sloppy mess and a hungry child. He’s happy enough. Oldest was feeling the usual trepidation, stomach troubles, nervousness and anxiety that has plagued most of his short life. It’s Thursday, so it’s his guitar lessons that he fears. He’s the only scholarship student left in the program and feels isolated. He has also forgotten to practice every week for the past 13 weeks. Except last night. I remind him of this, his head lifts, and I… Read moreA Moment
Jade’s going through a phase lately where she makes cards. At some point somebody, probably me, taught her how to fold a bit of paper in half and then make a “little book” out of it. We encouraged her to make one or two here and there for Christmas and cousins birthdays, and now she does them all the time. Every day. Several times a day. Seriously. Like someone turning on a light, her reading suddenly became ‘actual’ reading instead of ‘I figured out what they were doing in the picture and guessed really well’ reading. About that same time her cards started taking on a real creative quality to them. Her drawings got such incredible detail that now the fairies have love-heart-shaped hair clips and are clearly winking with one eye (and possible have false lashes on, but I didn’t press the point). As with most things Jade, it evolved, and did so in way that was completely unexpected, and magical and wonderful and aboslutely f*cking hilarious. There is a stack of cards near me, too many to put… Read moreBirthday Cards
It’s still fairly dark when the first alarm goes off. Despite it being the classical music station, 7:04 AM is when the news is on, so my hopes for gently easing into the day are dashed with a rumbly baritone voice detailing deaths in Syria. Good morning. 2 snooze buttons later and I’m struggling into my jeans in the dark, closing the door with an armload of laptop, phone and shoes so as not to wake wife with going in and out. Mechanically stumble through the house slapping the kettle on and opening the shades to the first brilliant rays of the day’s sunlight, sometimes doing a double-take and wondering which bright light got left on all night before figuring out that, on this fine morning, Mother Nature has the lighting needs covered. Wake the oldest boy first, as he can be the slowest to rise and it’s best to give him sole attention instead of being peppered with tales of dreams of ponies and fairies were I to wake the girls first. Doesn’t matter anyway, as inevitably when I… Read moreMy Morning
Who are you to judge me anyway? I want you to do something for me, right now. Ask yourself that question above. Be honest when you ask and even honester when you answer. Do you really think you’re in a position to judge me? Do you really believe that you should be free to treat me differently because of things you think you know about me? What is it that you think you know about me? Do you reckon there may actually be more to the story? Can you believe that there are things about me that you may not know, that may colour what it is you think about me? Are you able to conceive that these things may be none of your business? Can you wrap your head around the idea that these things might actually be the basis for what you think about me, yet you may never really know the details of them? Knowing all of this, are you still satisfied with those thoughts you have of me? Are you secure in the knowledge that your… Read moreWho Are You
So the question, as always it might seem, is “What To Do?” It’s capitalised because it’s a bit of a theme in this life of mine. What should I do? The overall structure of society heavily suggests that I need to be one of the hive, dutifully buzzing my way around and protecting the queen. Getting up in the morning and going away all day, to spend time with people I don’t love (or even like sometimes), to use my time and energy making money for someone else, just so that I can have “security” doesn’t appeal to me. For the record, we have absolutely NO security. We’re so broke I actually had to borrow some of the letters to make this very sentence compl Whoops. Ran out. Again. Honey. It makes the world go round, or at the very least it makes all the Worker Bees get up in the morning and buzz off to the hive, spending their commute listening to ads for products they should spend their hard-buzzed honey on. All the while, the days pass and… Read moreBuzz buzz.