Hubby and I were given two of these ‘Burlingbrown’ water bottles last year. I promptly fell in love, and to mark it always and forever as MINE and not his (or anyone else’s!) I taped purple stars around the outside, above the logo.
Then took it to work and promptly lost it.
A fortnight passed. Lucky Hubby didn’t mind too much when I appropriated his for my use…
Months passed. Still no water bottle with the pretty purple stars. Double sigh. I had abandoned hope.
Then just the other week: cue elation! I found where I’d left it: on a co-worker’s never-used desk!
And that’s my story for the week. Here’s wishing you a ‘found it again’-ful week yourself, dear Reader 🙂
This traffic light is my friend. Since the local council decided the road needed… something (not too sure what they’re doing behind the barriers,) this timered traffic light and I spend time together almost every morning.
It adds a good fifteen minutes to my routine, which I don’t particularly like. Nor do I like that they’ve forecasted this one-lane-only setup to last until October. That’s another SIX MONTHS, people! It’s already been almost three!
Enough to make me think of quitting the gym- but I enjoy it too much, so I’ve decided I’ll just suck it up and deal with the hassle.
This morning though, as I passed the queued traffic, waiting on the other side, the first car waiting was the police, doing their rounds. Suddenly my once-a-day visit to my local roadworks didn’t seem so bad. It’s voluntary, at least!
How about you, dear Reader? Had any cases of ‘seeing another perspective’ recently?
And, as always, have a fantastic week!
And… I’m back into my routine again!
Oh routine, how I love you!
How about you, dear Reader? Any routines you miss when they’re absent?
Holiday perfect views. And boy, were they needed!
I hope you’re also able to receive what you need this week, dear Reader!
I’ve been wanting to share this for a while now: my mystery portrait.
It hangs in my office at work, along with the two other artworks made by students and given me over the years.
The other two were hand-delivered, so I could thank my student personally.
Not so with this.
It was secretly left on my office desk in the first week back this year. The only clue was the handwritten note ‘Welcome back Mrs Bloxham’ on the back.
Now the content matter is amusing. It’s me, in a monster BookWeek costume from 2016. The only selfie I have on my Instagram profile.
What I find incredible? And so, so, so humbling? That a student would seek out a photo of me, and then spend hours and hours and HOURS of their time, during their holidays, drawing me! Because it is a FANTASTIC drawing!
Such a blessing. And I haven’t been able to find out which student blessed me yet, which adds to the mystery 🙂
So if it’s you, dear Reader, lurking on my blog, THANK YOU! And for my other blog Readers, here’s wishing you a pleasant mystery in your week too 🙂
Recently, my school held a fundraiser for the families who lost everything in the recent North Queensland floods. And seeing as blue and yellow are the colours of the most popular sports team of the region, the fundraiser was ‘wear blue-and-yellow’ day.
Now, I’m half Malay. I don’t do ‘yellow’ because it makes me look sickly green. So I went and bought blue stuff: some elbow-length satin gloves, a sparkly masquerade-style mask, and to top it off, a blue plastic hat shaped like the top half of a dinosaur head. I was set!
Then I was asked to attend a workshop that day. Sigh.
No gloves. No sparkly masquerade mask. And no dinosaur hat for me.
Oh well. At least I get to share them on here with you!
Here’s wishing you a fun-filled week yourself, dear Reader!
She’s the dragon keeping me company while I write.
Cute, yes? I think so! She always makes me smile 🙂
Have a smile-y week yourself, dear Reader!
I know, this year I decided to challenge myself on the blog by taking photos and posting them here – in an effort to shame myself into taking better photos. So this post is a bit of a cheat – the photo was taken by a colleague of mine.
It’s my son. 9 years old, on school camp where he was away (by almost 200 kilometres!) from home, for a whole school week.
He has autism, if you have been reading this blog for a while.
So this was hard for me.
His first ever more-than-one-night sleepover away from me.
And here he is, on a giant swing, and having the time of his life!
I’m so incredibly proud of him.
And also teary. It’s a bittersweet thing.
How about you, dear Reader? What made you emotional this week?
Kids grow up. So slowly you don’t notice when you’re with them
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day after day. But then you lift your head out of the trenches and realise that years have flown. Suddenly it’s not sleepovers, it’s Youth Group; it’s not The Wiggles, it’s Beyoncé. And you sigh and ask ‘what next’?
I had one of those moments recently. I knew one cherub had switched from Minecraft to Ark, but the change several months ago didn’t impact me until she told me one evening, “What I really want to do is teach you how to play Ark on the (Nintendo) Switch.”
Huh. Hold me back.
This game, from what I could tell, seemed like Minecraft with dinosaurs, with a dash of the breeding from DragonMania thrown in. Not really interested… especially when my Nintendo Switch time had to that moment involved learning Splatoon – badly – and playing Zelda, death of the Wild – also so badly my children loved watching to laugh at me about how slow I was to do anything. (And how many times Leaf died, but that’s another story.)
So I sighed, and said ‘okay’ and watched her face come to life.
And it hit me. THIS was her passion. At the moment, it’s this game. And she wanted to share it with me. Instant transportation back to her younger years when she’d bring me a dandelion flower or a lizard she’d caught. The same light in her eyes, the same grin; the same joy flooding through me because I am so incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful daughter who loves me and wants to do stuff with me.
So Ark? Yeah. Not the biggest fan – but now I want to play it when she asks, so I can play it with her. Because she’s an absolute angel and I love her to pieces.
And that – doing stuff you’re not really interested in because the benefits so clearly outweigh any other objection? – that’s my thought for the week.
Have a blessed week yourself, dear Reader!
It’s been four years in the making. But the Repressed Races series has come to…
And now: to edit. Sigh.
Have a week full of closure yourself, dear Reader!