…and I’ve been stopping to smell the roses, especially this one from our garden.
Along with the rose smelling, I’m getting through a gentle list of jobs and getting organised for our holiday next week. Whatever the psychology behind crossing things off a to do list is, it makes me more productive. Today’s jobs include sorting out a tiny mess in our sitting room and a much larger mess in my daughter’s room.
Baby Orchid has been ex utero for nine months, which is a milestone in my book.
Nine months ago I was enjoying newborn snuggles and the sunrise making the bricks outside my window a glorious colour and the painkillers post c section.
I’ve lost most of the baby weight, mental and physical. It was a difficult pregnancy for myriad reasons. It was worth it.
It is amazing. What’s also amazing is that since Baby Orchid made his entrance into the world abortion has become a normal part of antenatal health care.
Knowing that women who face what we might have faced had the worst happened now have options makes me happy. Every single day.
Our family is complete.
Another tidying festival, this time involving all the summer clothes I’ve held onto for year but now actively dislike. Time for a small summer capsule wardrobe.
New sockets and switches in our lovely new kitchen.
Letting go, of physical and mental stuff.
Summer holidays being less than three weeks away.
Enjoying last year’s sparkling wine and the memories it sparks. Things have certainly changed a lot in a year, mostly for the better.
One of the only things my husband really wanted in our new kitchen were quartz countertops. I was on the fence, mainly because they added 25% to the cost of our refurbishment and would delay completion because they had to be made to order. I’m happy to say he was 100% right. I love them, he loves them, they look amazing.
Having work surfaces again meant we were able to make pizza for the first time in many weeks. My husband makes amazing pizza dough and I make the tomato sauce. We had some leftover asparagus spears and these combined with some mozzarella cheese and a tin of anchovies made for a delicious lunch.
I have resolved to buy a pizza stone to cook pizza on, however, because scraping the remnants of cooked dough off various baking trays and roasting tins was no fun.
Kitchen renovations have meant we were without a tap and sink downstairs for the past two weeks. This has not been good. I’ve washed dishes in a baby bath inside a larger bath and improvised with a bath towel to make a draining board. Thankfully we have an outside tap which provided us with drinking water but the absence of a sink was something I felt keenly. Every surface felt grubby and making food and tea or coffee was irritating. Sad to say I’ve eaten more than my fair share of junk.
Yesterday I wasn’t expecting Tap Man to come but he did! And installed our new tap, something which I hummed and hawwed over because it was a bit pricey. I LOVE THIS TAP. This, along with a shiny new sink, is the stuff of dreams. I washed up after dinner, wiped all the gritty bits out of the new drawers and made a pot of tea. Bliss. I will never, ever take easy access to running water for granted again.
I got to catch up with friends over the weekend, one of whom I hadn’t seen in a very long time. We met in Roberta’s, a new place for me in a part of town I haven’t been in for ages. I happened to pass the Project Arts Centre. It was amazing to think that just over a year ago the repeal mural was painted over. I still pinch myself a bit at the surrealness of it all. Roberta’s was lovely, good food and a great atmosphere. We weren’t rushed at all and had loads of time to catch up. I’ll definitely be back.
A walk from one side of the city to the other, and crossing the bridge which looks like a harp and traversing streets I never see on foot.
A little lunch date after said ramble.
A working dishwasher. The stuff of dreams.
Looking forward to our kitchen finally being finished. Inching towards that goal this weekend.
Holiday plans. New passports, a new campsite and a new car.