When we are bombarded with the traditional images of Christmas involving snow, winter clothes and Frosty the Snowman year after year, those of us in Australia do feel a little confused.
Right now as I type this the weather outside is beautiful. The sky is blues, there are a few clouds in the sky and the temperature is predicted to reach 31° celcius today (that’s 88°F). Christmas Day is predicted to reach 32°C with the possibility of an afternoon shower.
When we go to shopping centres to do our Christmas shopping we spend an inordinate amount of time driving around and around in an attempt to find undercover parking. This is important as here in Queensland it is not just the heat you are trying to protect the car from, but the possibility of an afternoon thunderstorm complete with hail.
Driving around looking at Christmas lights is different. Not everyone decorates their homes with lights but some do. We enjoy doing it as it means we get to sit in an airconditioned car for an hour or so, grab some takeaway from a drive through and spend time as a family.
Christmas in this part of the world is uniquely different. Continue reading
“City sidewalks. Busy sidewalks.
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas”
So goes the opening lines of the Christmas song “Silver Bells”.
It’s playing in my head right now as I search for that ‘feeling’ of Christmas and go through the motions of all that needs to be done at this time of year.
I love Christmas. I love the decorations and the feeling of anticipation and the rush of love that people show each other.
I love that for one day each year people are (mostly) kind to each other.
I love the carols and songs that play in the stores as people shop for food and gifts for the day.
There is so much to love about this time of year.
BUT….. Continue reading
Mike at the Kindness Blog has sent out a challenge – to try to speak kindly for a whole year.
I’m thinking that this is something that I will take part in. I will try my hardest.
The thing is, speaking kindly 24/7 is gonna be hard. Real hard.
But then the thing with challenges is that they aren’t meant to be easy – otherwise they wouldn’t call it a challenge would they?
Truth is, I’m not sure I can do it for a whole year. Continue reading
Unless of course you believe it was warped all along. :D
Before I begin, allow me to give you a little background to how I have come to the realisation that my humour has warped beyond repair:
I love garage sales. I have found some wonderful things at them. Thankfully, I don’t attend too many as the wallet cannot stand it. However when I do go, I almost certainly come home with treasures unimaginable (well the Garden Gnome finds it hard to imagine what I see in some things). So, several months ago there was a deceased estate garage sale advertised around the corner from my home.
It was due to begin at 7am but when I arrived just before that time, the cars were parked down the road and people had already come in and had piles of things put away for purchase. One person had backed their car up the driveway and filled it to the roof already with furniture and bric-a-brac. To say I was disappointed as I watched a chair that I would most definitely have purchased being packed into this car was a bit of an understatement. Continue reading
I had a whole post typed out and just about to hit the publish button and I changed my mind. Woman’s prerogative and all that. :D
Being so close to Christmas my days are filled with cleaning (we are going to have a full house) and planning. The bulk of the gifts are wrapped and under the tree. Thank goodness I have a Teen who loves this job each year. She boasted that she should find a job doing this professionally but I think she still has to learn a bit about only cutting enough paper for what you need and not using too much tape. ;) Thankfully I picked up paper earlier in the season so had more than enough. (Blessing #1) Continue reading
There is too much heaviness in the world right now and so here is my effort to lighten the mood.
As I sit listening to the Pandora Christmas station, I was inspired by Cybele to play around in photoshop once again. I haven’t done this in quite some time but it is always a fun exercise. Continue reading
Yesterday morning the Teen turned on the television and sat glued to it. Nothing strange about that in itself but this time she wasn’t watching Dance Moms or Channel V.
No. What was playing out was a real-time, real life situation in the heart of Sydney.
A place we visited not more than a few months ago.
In the midst of preparing my juices for the day, I wandered over to the TV to have a look. At that time they showed an image of two woman hostages with their faces pressed against the window of the Lindt store. The fear on their faces made me cry.
I had to walk away. Continue reading