Life’S INGREDIENTS
Naomi’s Blog
How do you blend your life? This is how I blend mine.
‘At this point, mum is just trying to keep everyone alive.’ Accurate reporting from the frontline by my eldest. Today is apex day. The top of the hump of term 3 - put on your skis, dodge the trees & let’s cruise down the hill to the bottom, my parenting friends. Nothing to it.
I haven’t posted since The Brady Bunch was on channel ten in the 80’s, so here is a video of Kit’s duck house. He really likes his duck. And turtles too. And craft - he reeeeeeally likes craft. sometimes it’s an origami ninja star, sometimes it’s paper tulips for my mum, sometimes it’s a paddle-pop stick duck house held together with liberal use of the glue gun.
I found myself in Rockingham, WA this week, town of tasty banh mi, native ravens that start their wailing even before the yolk of sunrise has cracked over the horizon, & an inordinate number of massage parlours advertised by bright red neon lights. Meanwhile, other nocturnal animals - Quendas (bandicoot with a much cooler name) fossick about the undergrowth, digging holes perfectly sized for tripping in. I can’t believe I’ve gone 47 years not knowing about Quendas. I’m quite partial to a Q-name & visiting WA growing up, was always tickled by the name of the smiliest macropod in all the land - the Quokka. Quendas & Quokkas. How utterly delightful. Full marks to the Nyoongar people (traditional owners of the land) for their superb marsupial naming, & full marks to Rockingham foreshore for its equally superb sunrises. 🌻
Theme: a touch of sparkle. Actual theme: celebrating a decade of Global Sisters working towards economic security for all Australian women. I mean, ya start working for an organisation, & not 18m later you’re at a cocktail party at Admiralty House hosted by our Governor-General of Australia Her Excellency The Honourable Ms Sam Mostyn AC. Apart from Lord Tennyson, watcher of gift bags, I did not get to look at any other art. Nor dance to ABBA on strings. Nor did I have time to roll down the hill on the posh grass leading to a view of the Opera House. My astronaut pants & me were too busy swishing around that room meeting as many supporters, believers & backers of Global Sisters as I could. It was work people! I may not have made it into the GG’s official insta pics, but the book I wrote did. Global Sisters will use it in their conversations with change-makers & it was a tremendous honour to be trusted by the 70 women within to listen to their stories & honour them with words. The party was a glittering celebration of the extraordinary impact of being believed in, the immense power of
See ya term 2. Thanks for coming. To be truthful, the kids & I waved the white flag a coupla days early. I had a Work gig in Sydney & the easiest/safest/most humane way for me to attend was for all 3 kids to wag school & practice the moonwalk at my parents’ apartment instead.
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