Life’S INGREDIENTS
Naomi’s Blog
How do you blend your life? This is how I blend mine.
Naomi Hart Author
Q - I got on the bus yesterday afternoon & wondered what was wrong. Then I realised I was behind 2 brothers who sit quietly & read the whole way home. It’s the end of the day & their shirts are still tucked in, hair in place, matching socks. Their mum & dad walk meet them at the bus. Meanwhile mama, you’re doing everything you can just to keep us all together. 🤣 Truer words have never been spoken. But look at me nailing silly socks day today! Remembered the gold coin donation too. Bringing it home in the dying days of term 1. Better late than never. Nb - the dog is not allowed on the bed. 🙄
Naomi Hart Author
Tomorrow I am getting my mangy mullet a professional trim. It started out in March 24 as black oily spiders webs & now I have original colour & curl. WHO KNEW! Not the medical trial team who told me to expect the stress that caused it to fall out in the first place would have caused so much damage it would grow back dead white & straight.
There have been times throughout this trial - this term especially - where I feared stress might override the meds, but my doc assured me that ain’t gonna happen. Here’s cheers to the marvellous team at Holdsworth House, under the brilliant tutelage of Doc John Frew.
He tells me my fellow alopecians & I are all excelling in follicular proliferation, so there are hopes this med will make its way to the PBS so all alopecians can afford to grow luscious locks. Thank the keratin gods for that!
Naomi Hart Author
Q - No offence mama, but how did you afford to see all these shows? You always say you were poor when you lived in New York.
Me - I was. But we got standing room tickets that were about $20 from memory. And you know, that’s why I lived on tins of tuna & cereal. You’d scrimp on food to pay for dance class & shows. That was the life… the dream really.
Packing up the office & memories simultaneously. 💙 💃 🎵
Naomi Hart Author
Last night’s blackout hit just after my favourite fella (fresh off the plane) had cooked the chicken, which allowed us to calm the first worry from an offspring - will we all get salmonella? After I tripped on 3 school bags on my way to the present box, I lit every candle I got given in a canteen volunteers Kris Kringle about 73yrs ago, & the whole place smelled like a LUSH shop. Over the scents of pachouli & lavender & pomegranate flower, we discussed if we had reached the end of the world. (Quite possible just more likely due to humans not Mother Nature unfortunately). We reasoned how this was an excellent excuse for unfinished homework & ate 2 ice creams each - couldn’t just let them melt - how wasteful! Full of dairy, I took a gas heated hot shower, boiled water on the gas stove top for a cup of tea & went to bed & read by the light of Kit’s bike light. Not a bad Thursday night at all. Anyone else get caught up in the storm? How’d you fare?
Naomi Hart Author
Look what Bonnie & I caught this morning! ‘The way I see it, if you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain.’ Dolly Parton is never wrong. Here’s to a week ahead of ‘sunshine, lollipops & rainbows’, as that other songstress, Lesley Gore sang. Written by Marvin Hamlisch no less, who also wrote A Chorus Line (among other shows) proving once again, that musical theatre is the answer for everything. 🌈 🌞 🌊 🎵
Naomi Hart Author
This week our veg co-op mixed up the sugar snaps & the snow peas. Not for a second am I suggesting this local disaster compares to the diabolical madness around the world right now, but I am saying that Kit & I believe snow peas to be vastly inferior to their delightful cousins, the sugar snaps. Thin & flat, snow peas are the vapid, dull, undernourished pea at the open salad bar — rightly forgotten when their plump, personable, sugar-snappy cousin arrives on the scene, don’t you agree? What’s your favourite veg?
Naomi Hart Author
My absolute favourite thing in the world to do. Glorious.
Naomi Hart Author
Nearly 20 years ago now, 😳 when I lived uptown on 181st, hip-twisting Latin music would curl up the air shaft of my NYC apartment as neighbours several floors below would party late into the humid Summers night. Here in suburban 225heaven, the music is more likely the same phrase from A Little Mermaid sung over & over again in the melodic wanderings of my 4yr old neighbour as she plays with her mermaid barbie. ‘Hey lady,’ her mum will call through her kitchen window into my office. ‘Meet me over the clothesline in 2.’ I’ll scurry outside like a troll climbing out from under my bridge & sometimes she’ll hand me a plate of cookies, or bunches of freshly picked basil, or today - a rose that smelt like long afternoons spent playing with my brothers in my grandma’s yard.
In a school term that has largely smelled like toe jam stuck in a sunbaked clam, stopping to smell this rose was sweet indeed.
How was your Monday? #goodneighboursaregreatfriends
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