Coupla Days

Having spent quite a few hours writing over the past two days, I’m feeling very accomplished!

My “It’s all About Me” book is coming along nicely with lots of information for my kids, maybe even too much information in some parts!

It’s amazing how difficult it is to make time to write, but once I start, everything just flows and then it’s difficult to stop.

I’m enjoying the golf on TV until early hours of the morning and then sleeping until 9 or 10am. Harley seems very happy to play along with that routine too, which helps.

Friday and Saturday are my cooking-free days, so I’m able to fill those hours as I see fit.

We’ve had a little rain today, but Harley still enjoyed his two playtimes without issue.

The footy finals have been played this weeken with just one game left tomorrow. Adoring Husband’s team, the Sharks, defeated BGWLBH’s team, the Roosters, tonight. My team, the Broncos, play Best Cousin in the World’s team, Raiders, tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon.

She and Marco Polo are in Canberra to watch the game, so that should be exciting. The atmosphere will be amazing and I expect that the Raiders will win. That will mean the Sharks play Broncos next week and THAT will make for an interesting atmosphere in THIS house! 

I hope to write some more tomorrow but right now, I am going to fall asleep, once again, to the sound of club on ball.

Nite all.

Massage Absolute

Yesterday, BGWLBH and I were booked in for a Japanese Head Spa.

I went first.

For 45 minutes, I lay on my back on a special bed and had a delightful treatment on my hair, a scalp massage, gentle neck and shoulder massage, followed by both arms and hands massaged with an organic lotion.

It was just lovely.

I left the room to find BGWLBH in the waiting area, but she stood up and left! It was supposed to be her appointment next!

Outside, as we made our way to the car, she proceeded to tell me that I had completely misled her and that my girl told her that she wasn’t qualified to massage!

😳 WTAF!?

So I said “Well isn’t it interesting that I just experienced a lovely 45 minutes of massage!?”

It certainly wasn’t a deep tissue massage, but it was a lovely, gentle, relaxing massage and I don’t know what BGWLBH actually asked or why the girl said that she didn’t do massage.

None of it makes any sense to me.

So the girl lost a sale, BGWLBH missed out on a lovely experience and I went from feeling dopily relaxed  to feeling confused and stressed in a matter of seconds.

I have not spoken to BGWLBH since she yelled at me and I am using my meditation lessons and skills to process and release. It is taking longer than I anticipated.

🥴

Today, I caught up on The Block episodes and basically spent the day in front of the TV with Adoring Husband on one side and Harley on the other.

Right now, I’m watching the BMW PGA Golf Championship Round 1

I imagine that I will fall asleep to the sound of club on ball.

Tomorrow, I plan on catching up on some GAIA documentary series and writing some more of my book.

To partner my change of diet, I’ve been practising ‘fasting’.

On average, since 25th August, my fasting period is 17.4 hours between dinner and my next meal the following day. Once, I went 26 hours! 

Most days, I have to make myself eat because I don’t feel hungry and I have no cravings. Maybe I should see how long I can go without eating.

Perhaps a 2-7 day fast for me?

I’ll think about it.

Time for me to sleep now.

This is Harley after 15 minutes of chasing a ball.

Nite all.

Recovery Time

The US Open tennis grand slam is over for another year.

I woke at 5am on Monday to watch the men’s final between Alcaraz and Sinner. I tipped Alcaraz and he won in four sets which promoted him to number one in the world and demoted Sinner to number two.

Now, I need a week to recover from my lack of sleep over the last two weeks!

The rest of the day, I did some washing, played with Harley, made spaghetti bolognese with sauce from the freezer and watched an old movie called “Let’s be Happy” starring Vera Ellen and Tony Martin and made in 1957. I loved it.

I went to bed early and slept from 10.30pm - 6.25am.

Today was meditation day so I rode my trike there, arrived on time and enjoyed 90 mins of class.

Afterwards, I’d planned an hour chat with The Gypsy, but a last minute text from BGWLBH offering a trip to town to work on my considerable list, changed my plan.

We spent 3 hours in town still not completing everything on my list, however, tomorrow, we are heading back into town for a Japanese Express Head Spa. That’s 45 mins of head, neck and décolletage massage with a hydrating face mask and hair soak.

Sounds divine.

Tonight’s dinner was chicken scallopini with mash and greens.

It’s now after 11pm and time for sleep.

Nite all.

Sleepy Sunday

Not THAT sleepy 🫤

I washed some clothes.

I watched a Netflix movie called “The Thursday Murder Club” starring Helen Mirren, Pierce Brosnan, Ben Kingsley, Celia Imrie and David Tennant, among other familiar faces. I enjoyed it a lot.

I caught up on episodes of The Block that I missed during the week.

I did NOT set my alarm for the women’s tennis final, but when I naturally woke up, I turned on the TV to catch the presentation of the trophy. I was very happy that Sabalenka won.

I WILL set my alarm for 4am to watch the men’s final in the morning. I invested too much time into the last two weeks to miss that.

I watched the last round of the season for NRL. The finals begin next week! It’s both exciting and sad at the same time. I miss football in the off season.

There’s always cricket, golf, darts and tennis to partially fill the void.

I made fish bites, sweet potato and potato wedges with salad for dinner.

Now it’s almost midnight! Time to sleep!

Nite all.

A Few Good Days

I notice that I haven’t posted here for two days, so tennis has obviously used up all my energy and motivation!

Disappointing that Djokovic lost his semi final against Alcaraz today and now we have the boring final with the same two players as the last 4 or 5 grand slam finals. Alcaraz vs Sinner. 

If Alcaraz wins, then Sinner will lose his number one ranking, so I guess that’s the only interesting thing that could happen.

I’m not invested in either of these players.

On Thursday I enjoyed morning tea by the river with my old art girls. We had a two hour catch up and the weather was perfect. I enjoyed it very much and we planned a lunch for our next Thursday meet up.

I arrived home in time to watch more tennis of course.

On Thursday night, my beloved Broncos defeated Melbourne Storm in the final NRL round and luckily I had tipped them. I’m still leading by 20 points in the tipping comp.

Friday was a very lazy day and today (Saturday), was more tennis, followed by more football.

I’m looking forward to a full nights sleep. The US Open women’s final commences at 6am tomorrow and I’m hoping Sabalenka wins. 

So for now …

Nite all.

Almost Done

You know, I’m not “active” and the idea of exercise or gym work makes me cringe, but this I like the look of. Short, sweet and affective.

https://youtube.com/shorts/uKwbuIWkNTY?si=KqXSLaMs_hk1cXjb

Then there is this …

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC1383764/

They certainly did not learn any lessons from that!

Tuesday was a “no go” for me. Lack of sleep due to nocturnal tennis viewing robbed me of all energy and motivation to attend meditation or do anything else of value.

So I spent the entire day in bed.

I cooked San Choy Bow for dinner.

Today, BGWLBH and I drove into The Bay.

She had a nail salon appointment and I had a date with OPSM.

I only wanted prescription sunglasses because my current glasses are 8 years old and the lenses are scratched and smudged so badly, I can hardly see out of them.

So I selected some frames valued at $176 with a 20% discount, but the total cost was still $578! The health fund pays for $300 of that, but am shocked at how much those polarised lenses cost!

If I had selected the exact same frames that I have now, the cost would have been $1200, so I guess I should be grateful.

After groceries, butcher, baker, fruit n vag and seafood, we arrived home at 2pm.

Because of today’s plans, I missed the Djokovic vs Fritz quarter final at the US Open. I was very happy to watch the score on my phone and Djokovic won quite easily. He plays Alcaraz next. That will be an interesting match.

There are only four more days of tennis remaining. The next big one is the Australian Open in January 2026.

I need to set my alarm for 1.30am to watch De Minaur play, which means I should get some sleep now!

Nite all.

Can’t be Better

I read this on social media today and it resonated …

The other day I asked my mother if, after almost 60 years of marriage, she was still in love with my father.

She looked at me with an expression that seemed to say… How can I explain it in a way you’ll understand?

And she didn’t answer. She just smiled…

But when I got home, I looked at my phone and this is what she had written to me:

*"Sometimes you ask me if I’m still in love with him. And I smile, not because the question is silly, but because it’s hard to explain.

How do I say yes, but not like before? Not with butterflies in the stomach, not with fireworks… but with roots.

Love, after so many years, is no longer a feeling that shakes you. It’s a certainty that holds you up. It doesn’t race your heart; it calms your soul. It doesn’t make your hands tremble; it gives you the strength to get up every day.

There are no more surprises, but there are rituals: coffee at the same time, silly arguments about how to hang the towels, the way we cover each other when one of us sneezes. They don’t seem like big things… but they are.

At this point, I no longer expect grand romantic gestures.

I expect him to listen when my back hurts. To hug me when I break. To not leave me alone when I don’t even understand myself.

And he does. Quietly. Without display. He’s simply there.

Loving after a lifetime together isn’t like in the books.

It’s more like having your own language, one no one else understands.

A way of looking at each other that only makes sense when you’ve lived the same pain, the same exhaustion, the same desire to keep going.

So yes, I am still in love with him. But not like at the beginning.

I’m in love with everything we’ve built. With the peace that comes from knowing that, even in the storm, he is still my refuge."*

It struck me as a beautiful LESSON IN LOVE.

My Sunday and Monday were filled with tennis and football. It was my own heaven on earth!

Nothing else to report, except I think I need some sleep! Tennis is eating into my sleeping hours big time!

Oh and we’ve had 8mm of rain today. Light and steady.

I received an accidental text from my first mother-in-law (or mother-in-love as we used to say) and it was lovely to connect, even if it wasn’t planned.

She was sending birthday wishes to somebody else, but selected my name instead.  She is 94 years old and joked that to make such a mistake, she might be going senile haha.

I also received news of a gentleman in Griffith who, at the age of 91, has passed away.

He was a school bus driver and he was so kind to the kids. He remembered every name and all their birthdays and wished every child a good morning, a happy day and a goodbye as they disembarked. 

He was such a lovely, kind man with a wonderful smile and was always respectful to parents from every walk of life.

91 is a good innings and he will be missed by many humans from many generations.

RIP Bill Brown.

Now I’m off to sleep.

Nite all.

Saturday on my Terms

Someone once asked Bob Marley if he believed in the idea of a perfect woman. His answer was simple—and unforgettable.

“Who cares about perfection?” he said. “Even the moon is full of craters. The sea is stunning, but salty and dark in the deep. The sky stretches forever, but it’s often cloudy.”

In his words, beauty was never about flawlessness. It was about meaning. About what moves you. About what’s real. The moon, the sea, the sky—none of them are perfect. But all of them are undeniably beautiful.

So why chase perfection?

You don’t need to be flawless to be loved. You don’t need to fit a mold to shine. You just need to be yourself—wildly, wonderfully, freely.

Live for what sets your soul on fire. Laugh loudly. Dance awkwardly. Be kind. Be messy. Be authentic.

Because in the end, no one falls in love with “perfect.”

They fall in love with the moonlight in your eyes, the depth of your thoughts, and the warmth of your spirit.

#BeYou #PerfectlyImperfect

~Unusual Diaries

I turned out my lights at 10.30pm and woke at 4.45am to watch tennis. It was a much needed 6 hours of sleep.

Our girl, Priscilla Hon, lost her match. It was frustrating to watch because she chose the right shot every time, but executed those shots poorly. She had so many chances to break her opponents serve, but missed her opportunities when they counted the most. Let’s hope that more experience will improve her game for the future.

On a happier note, my Djokovic won his match in four sets. He played well.

Tomorrow, De Minaur plays at 6am our time and our girl Dasha (Kasatkina) plays at 3am. It’s nice to still have Aussie players to watch in the third round!

My footy tipping has not been so good this week, but nor has anyone else’s so I’m still 20 points in front.

BGWLBH disappeared into the Bay on her own and Adoring Husband had his coffee date with the boys this morning.

Best get some sleep so that I can wake up for more tennis.

Nite all.