Life’S INGREDIENTS
Naomi’s Blog
How do you blend your life? This is how I blend mine.
Naomi Hart Writer
It’s hard to pick what I’ve loved most about this term. It could be Kit lobbing his drink at his sister, covering both girls & half the kitchen in choc milk when we were already late for the bus. (She later conceded it was probably deserved). Maybe it was the ranty, sweary ALL CAPITALISED vent-text I sent to my husband, but posted to the class chat instead. It’s possible it was Kit’s BRILLIANT school musical, a spectacular, polished performance made all the better by lyrics that rhymed ‘trauma’ with ‘corner’. I am still delighting in it. Perhaps it was finally syncing calendars w my husband after 18yrs of marriage, but losing a few deets along the way like school excursions & one child’s birthday. There’s a good chance it was the opportunity to crouch in the spring rain the other night & plant strawflower seeds in the actual ground so I can copy my SIL & have bouquets of dried flowers about the house. You better believe I was out there in my dressing gown at dawn the next morn, checking if they’d sprouted ‘Jack & the Beanstalk’ style overnight. But if I were to vote on it, I’d say
Naomi Hart Writer
Post soccer-preso hang. First of the season.
Naomi Hart Writer
The coffee machine breaking is the surest sign that term three should end. Me splitting my coffee into 2 & adding hot water is the surest sign I lived through the depression in a former life. 3 neenish tarts in the school lunchboxes is the surest sign I am happily bribing my kids to the finish line. 8 more days. We can dooooooo iiiiiiitttttttt!!!!!
Naomi Hart Writer
18 years with my favourite fella. I am loving him OS for work less & less as the years go on, even if I know it’s what’s necessary & therefore best for our family. Then again if a goat - or goats (he’s discovered they’re happier in a pair) turn up, a job on the moon won’t be a long enough commute.
Cancel the goats sweets. nb - Bonnie is our dog, the goats are alive but my husband might not be. 90% of our lawn is ASTROTURF. Happy anniversary to my favourite fella.
Naomi Hart Writer
We saw my dad on Saturday & my favourite fella is OS w/ work, so while Edie was at rehearsals, we ate all the m&m’s leftover from her party. Celebrate Fathers Day your way. 💙
Naomi Hart Writer
My new-teen’s sunset on the beach birthday photo fun was thwarted by the Mini cyclone that swirled through our neighbourhood, so the bikini-clad gals played in the park & practiced their aerials on the oval with this as their backdrop instead. Thirteen. A period in your life when you know everything & can’t be told anything. Especially that slippery-dips slick with rain may catapult you into the wood chips faster than you can say bruised coccyx. Happy birthday to my treasure chest. I fear a bruised coccyx is only be the beginning.
Naomi Hart Writer
My rule for all dress ups is they come from edie’s costume box. Kit was unable to construct a Lorax out of old tutus & taffeta, & our friend overheard & turned up at the door with this. ‘It only cost me $12 & a bit of time.’ Well my beautiful friend, it is worth way more than that. Kit was absolutely thrilled - this time I think he even received a lollipop. 🍭
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Imagine being as accomplished as Dolly, & all anyone talks about after you’re gone is how genuine, kind & generous you were. I bang onto my kids about the importance of character so often I make their ears bleed. I spent much of last week singing Dolly’s songs & regaling the kids w/ stories of her humanity & last night we watched Steel Magnolias. Well, the kids watched while I blubbered from start to finish. What a movie.
Clairee - ‘If you don’t have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me.’ The whole world has had nothing but nice things to say about Dolly. Now that is a life well lived.
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