Nice to see you!

Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Thursday, July 17, 2025

Perfect Weather

I’m not always successful, but this is my aim …

"Silence is my new answer to any disrespect. 

I no longer react. I no longer argue, and I no longer dive into drama. I simply remove my presence."

There's a quiet strength found in choosing not to engage with negativity. 

For me, silence is now my clear answer to any disrespect. It's a powerful shift from the old ways. I no longer feel the need to react impulsively, to fall into arguments, or to get pulled into needless drama. Instead, when faced with words or actions that chip away at my peace, I simply remove my presence. 

This isn't about avoidance; it's a conscious act of protecting my inner world. It’s choosing peace over conflict, self-respect over pointless battles. In this silence, I find a calm that no argument could ever bring, and I honor my own worth by not allowing disrespect to steal my energy.

Mitra ➡ Tips That Change Your Life  ❤☀

The pool guy came today - 2 weeks late because he claimed that he couldn’t access the property when he came on the usual date. I call BS.

We had to purchase a new pool cleaner. It’s a Zodiac and they only last from 5-7 yrs. Our pool is 7 years old in September! So it’s an updated version and it was on sale. Happy about that.

Adoring Husband played golf today.

I had yet another day in The Bay. Well, we arrived home much earlier than usual, even though we did groceries, searched for a new shower caddy, visited Farmgate for fruit and veg, bought my seafood for “fend for yourself” night on Saturday.

I stopped to chat with the butcher about his big “boys night” that he’d planned on Wednesday night. He’d purchased the boxing match on pay per view between Paul Gallen and Sonny Bill Williams, had slow cooked some beef all day, planned an outdoor fire and to watch the match on the big outdoor screen and was very excited!

He didn’t realise that the fight started at 10pm, which is way past his bed time and he couldn’t stay awake for it! He’s all of 32 yrs old! So he cancelled the whole thing.

We got our usual juices and I added 3 pieces of lemon/lime cheesecake to the order, which we enjoyed after dinner.

I cooked barramundi in butter, garlic and lime juice and served it with fried rice.

AH and I watched the golf until the football came on. He then went to bed. Everybody tipped the winner of tonight’s game correctly.

Now it’s almost 10.30pm and I’m ready for sleep. I have a rear molar that has come very loose and is causing some pain. Not sure what I’m going to do about it yet.







Nite all.

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Double Days

Forgive yourself

for what you had to do to survive.

Forgive yourself for who you were

before you knew better.


Forgive yourself

for being fallible, broken,

for being less than perfect.


Touch the earth

in your small humanness.

Feel the dirt beneath your feet,

between your fingers,

and how your tears water

the parched, cracked soil.


Forgive yourself

for not being more, 

for not knowing more,

for learning through experience,

or the hard way.


For what you did to survive life’s winters,

across life’s thin ice.

For your mistakes.


You survived.

You are here.


And in the forgiveness,

let your hands reach down

to soothe your own broken heart,

and from there, 

the broken hearts of others.


For we grow humble in our falls,

compassionate through our imperfection,

not our perfection.


Forgive yourself.

Let the weight of these lessons

hold you firmly

in their dark wisdom 

to the earth —


And from there,

like a sky of shining lanterns,


set your soul free.

( ✍️ Rachel Alana Falconer )


Tuesday was a no-go day for me. 

I didn’t attend meditation and spent the majority of my day in bed, having a long 3 hour nap right in the middle with Harley on the bed resting his head on my legs.

Dinner was leftover spaghetti bolognese sauce with fusilli pasta and salad.

I slept much earlier than usual and enjoyed a solid 8 hours.

This morning, I was feeling much better and BGWLBH and I decided to drive into The Bay where we updated our lotto, got some fresh bread, searched for metal Chinese coins, purchased Harley bones from the butcher and bought our usual juices from Su Jus.

Fried rice was the requested dinner, so that’s what I prepared and added some crumbed chicken strips for AH.

I headed straight for bed after dinner and watched the movie “Made of Honor”.

It’s almost 10pm and I’m ready for sleep.




Nite all.

Monday, July 14, 2025

End of Tournament

On Sunday night, I flicked through the channels to find the movie “The Adjustment Bureau” which I watched and it finished just in time for the tennis.

I watched the first set between Sinner and Alcatraz. The latter looked very much in control so I turned it off at the end of the first set believing that Alcatraz had it in the bag.

When I woke this morning to check the score, I was shocked to see that Sinner won the next three sets to win the trophy!

BGWLBH and I headed into The Bay today.

It was a glorious day.

We were home by 2.30pm and after the usual afternoon routine, I cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner. We played trivia. Everyone went to bed except me. I watched 1% Club.

Now it’s time to sleep because it’s meditation day tomorrow.





Nite all.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Not Resting

It was Sunday, but not my day of rest.

I didn’t watch the tennis on Saturday night, but I still slept until after 8.30am this morning. I didn’t get out of bed until 9.30am.

I made my cup of tea and took Harley out to play. 

I took my dry clothes off the line, folded them and put them away.

I put another load of washing in the machine.

I made breakfast and ate it on the couch.

I hung out the washing and put on another load.

I cleaned my walk in robe.

I moved ‘stuff’ back into the rear bedroom. Stuff that I’d cleared from there so that Number One Son had space when he came to visit.

I cleaned Harley’s sleeping area - there was enough dog hair to make another two Harleys!

Adoring Husband and I watched the latest Ghost Buster movie (in between hanging more washing and putting more in the machine).

On the very last load, the washing machine broke again, coming up with the “vibration error” on the screen. Luckily, when the machine fixed itself last week, AH didn’t cancel the repair bloke, so he is still coming on Tuesday.

AH attended a golf barbecue at the Lions Park this afternoon.

I watched three games of football this afternoon and evening.

AH and I both had perfect tipping rounds this week!


I cooked chicken saltimbocca for dinner with boiled buttered potato, snow peas and green beans.

I’m not sure if I’ll stay up to watch the tennis tonight. I’m not really invested in Sinner or Alcaraz. If I wake up in the middle of the night to pee, I’ll turn on the TV to check the score and perhaps watch some of the match.

It’s going to be another chilly night.





Nite all.