Home on the Main Range

  A reminder that somethings you get it, and some days you don't. Not really a first for TYOM but a great "halfway point" reminder about plans, chance and life.

  A first for me was to empty my bag of tricks for resolving something that wasn't going right with a service provider. Person after person, day after day, AI so cheery it irritated me beyond measure. Frustration, tears and no joy. Stepping back and understanding that in the scheme of world and personal events, changing the internet plan for the house shouldn't be the source of so much distress and feelings of complete impotence tinged with having absolutely no power to fix it. Remembered that rats only go up a dead end pipe twice before trying something different. And then there are humans .... 

  New for me this week is turning an effort into a habit. Morning walks, flooding rain notwithstanding, have been a blessing in the neighbourhood. A master-planned community with plenty of walking paths and parks, making it easy to get out and become the healthier version of sedentary me.  I'm finally loving the rhythm of walking, exploring my neighbourhood, overcoming the legacy of years of sitting at a desk, in the car, on the couch. So many benefits, and all it took was a simple, new approach to life - turn up. 

The gift of time. Spending what we have doing the things that matter, the things that matter to others. Being meaningful in someone's life. These are not new concepts, or somehow "new" for me. However, putting it into reality and having the privilege of being out on the water with Dave and Chris for a few hours, that's a first and new experience for me. Mudcrabs and catfish ought to have been a clue - a delightful morning on the Coomera River.  

New life, new home. Gifts of years gone by - a daughter's pottery hand build from school days, a succulent gifted from the new owners of our previous home. They go together, like many good things this Valentine's Day. We celebrate the rest of the year with random acts of kindness and thoughtfulness and after almost twenty years, this year was no different. Lots of love and grateful thoughts in the house today.

  A first for me is the gift of indoor plants from the WMBM for my 60th. I've learned so much - about observation, attention, problem solving, light, water and soil. I'm in  love. Mostly thriving, one that's keeping me on my toes and likely to break my heart. What is it about bringing nature indoors? My last foray was sometime in the fog of the 70s - a venus fly trap that died of obesity.  In the eighties it was a happy plant I snapped in half in a fit of temper - and marked the end and beginning of something life-changing. Now an almost 30 year gap to the beginners guide to indoor plants. What the WMBM doesn't know I glean from another gift for my 60th -  Green Thumb   by Craig Miller-Randle.