I thought I’d make a list of the good stuff. Remind myself, like. This is La DOLCE Vita after all. So, in no particular order.
My god babies discovering swimming. The babiest one grins with such open mouthed glee when we bounce and splash in the water, I can’t help but grin with him. And the oldest babe is so careful, but so proud of ‘swimming’, my heart breaks a little each time he tries something new. And as an added bonus, their mummy, the buddy of bosom, returned and just down the road. Available for random natters and general gallivanting. And Bean. Who reminds me that there are some pretty damn good dads out there.
The new office. A new space, new places to explore, a new perspective, a new mash up of energy, different people sitting in different clusters. It’s changed something. And I like it.
My jasmine. It’s blooming. Like bloomin’ mad. Great gouts of fragrant, white flowers cascading all over the fence. A small part of me rejoices and says ‘look, I can keep something alive!’
De Grendal sauvignon blanc. De-flippin’-licious.
Erotica and sex toys. There I said it. A single girl has to do what a single girl has to do. And to be honest, the old desire has been patchy in the sad, so when it rises, like spring time sap, I…*ahem*…take advantage. By the way, if you haven’t discovered Tumblr prOn, now’s the time. Start here. Or here. Or here. Um, there’s here too.
Berry smoothies. Sun ripened seasonal fruit. Raspberries, blueberries and strawberries, preferably. With vanilla yoghurt and crushed seeds. With just a few sprigs of mint. I have to limit myself to one a day. Or I’d turn into a smoothie lush.
Coral nail polish. Shockingly bright. Fearless. A little trashy. Makes me feel ready to start a fight. Or a party.
Action movies. Shoot ‘em Up, Crank, Independence Day, Armageddon. Real, burn-the-world, kill-‘em-all stuff. Channels the anger nicely. And then everyone goes home for tea. *happy sigh*
And lastly, mountain walks. My go-to blues-caser. Hard to be introspective when you’re slogging up a hill, or gob smacked by a big fat heavenly view. And the smell of fynbos in the heat…oh man. And the velvet feel of moss on river rocks. Or the sound of a thousand unseen birds.
Not a bad list, my possums. Not a bad list at all.