I’m really enjoying living further out in the Australian bush. It’s an ideal location, not quite rural, but far away enough to feel you’ve left the city behind. It’s tranquil, but I wouldn’t say serene. No, in fact, you are never quite alone out here, thanks to my new friends. Not that I mind a bit! The native parrots may be demanding when it comes to being fed, but they certainly are entertaining and beautiful to have around. I’ve captured a little for you to see what I mean.
“I know you are there, I can see you! Hey, look at me, it’s important, the food bowl is empty!”
By the way, that fake owl he is sitting on is sold here as a bird deterrent. The previous owners must have been a bit disappointed with it’s performance! 🙂
“Finally! Hey everyone, FOOD!”
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Beautiful, aren’t they? From left to right there’s a Brown Cuckoo-Dove, Rosellas and a King Parrot. The big white bird in the other photos is a Cockatoo. Both the Cockatoos and the King Parrots are often friendly enough to eat out of your hand.
Master10 went to his first disco at the new school last night. When MrZ heard this was happening he became quite animated; there is always a lot of mucking around and banter between those two to my great entertainment. Insisting that he has some great dance moves that Master10 must absolutely learn MrZ jumped up to demonstrate “start the mower” and “feed the chickens”. Before too long the two of them were dancing about the living room ridiculously as I looked on, both laughing and cringing at the same time.
Master10 went to the disco with a friend and when he arrived back home we questioned him as to how it went, MrZ asking specifically if he had stopped the floor with his new found dance moves. Yes, he’d showed them, Master10 told us after a moments hesitation, all the boys caught on quickly and were doing it all around the dance floor. This sent MrZ into fits of delight and self satisfaction that he had in some way influenced the entire event. I was watching Master10’s face however and realised there was something more to the story.
At my promoting Master10 elaborated, they had, um, interpreted the feed the chicken move in a bit of a ‘bad’ way he admitted, going a bit red. MrZ was oblivious, still enjoying his win and self congratulating. What did he mean by bad way, I asked, as it started to dawn on me where this was going. Master10 stood up to demonstrate the feed the chicken move, modified slightly to become something quite obscene (or a back and forth hand motion in front of his crotch). I watched in horror for a moment, which quickly turned to delight as MrZ’s laughter trailed off to silence as he raised what had happened. It was my turn to laugh animatedly, mostly at MrZ’s sheepish face, “Oh yeah, you influenced the whole disco for sure, and I bet the parents and teachers just LOVE you!”
I’m really quite lucky, every second weekend the kids go to their dad’s and I get Saturday afternoon to myself because MrZ goes to work, and then Sunday is ours to spend together if he’s not with his own kids (there is actually a lot of difficulty and heartache there but that’s his story not mine). Over the past few months none of this time was spare time however, it was time to do everything that I needed to get done without the kids around and was exceptionally busy and tiring in itself. With the move behind us and being fairly settled in now though I get to use some of this as time to myself again. I consider myself pretty lucky as most mothers in intact families don’t get that recovery and regeneration time. Truth be known I would rather be in one of those intact families struggling to find time for myself but it didn’t work out that way, so I’m just looking at the positives.
This Saturday I spent some time shopping around for some furniture to create a peaceful outdoor space on the lovely balcony we now have, although I didn’t find quite what I wanted, not enough to part with any hard earned cash anyway. That was followed by my haircut, in which I had about eight inches chopped off and resulted in a major case of ‘that didn’t look like the picture’ panic! To be fair I showed her a picture of a woman with wavy hair, because that’s what I wanted mine to look like when I curl it, but without that effort it is dead straight and flat, never more so than when it has been combed down repeatedly while being cut! I had a big night in planned for MrZ that evening so I tried to calm the panic while I rushed home to put that curl in it, although a few long, smiling glances I got in the supermarket and bottle shop on the way home suggested it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I need some practice with my new hair but I did manage to do ok that evening, MrZ was certainly appreciative of my fresh new look, joking that he didn’t know who I was there in the kitchen but he was going to dump his girlfriend immediately for me!
It helped that when MrZ arrived home I was preparing a four course dinner, music playing, drinking sangria and dancing around the kitchen as I worked. I felt light, carefree and happy and he was delighted! The rest of the evening was ours to relax, have fun, be a bit silly and enjoy some down time, just the two of us; we needed it. The following day the hint of spring was in the air and we drove around our new area in the mountains with no real agenda, just stopping when we saw something interesting including some some craft markets where he bought me a lovely handcrafted pendant, before it was back to pick up the kids and the usual Sunday afternoon work week prep. After dinner I even found some time to play a fun game of Monopoly with the kids while MrZ studied. All in all it was a fantastic weekend and I feel closer to MrZ than ever for it.