In Winter

In Winter

Hanging laundry in the sun on a breezy Winter day


Monday Trip to Caloundra and Mooloolaba

This Monday we headed a bit further north to Caloundra and Mooloolaba. And like our other Monday trips, this one was also rainy. No worries though. Rain made for nice walks on the beach and a fantastic lunch of fish, chips, and prawns. On the drive back to Kallangur, we took the tourist route past the Glass House Mountains. Driving past those mountains gave us ideas for future Monday trips.


Monday Trips

A friend told me about someone she knew who had relocated to New Zealand and had made it her family’s goal to devote one day each week to exploring new places. I thought that sounded like a brilliant idea, so we’ve made Monday our day to explore.


The first week we were in our new house we visited Bribie Island, which is just north of us.

It was a rainy day to visit the beach, but that didn’t stop us. We were pretty much the only ones on the beach that day, but that made it even better.  The clouds were fantastic and the waves crashed as we walked along the beach.


This Monday we decided to do the opposite of the beach – we visited Brisbane’s cultural centre. Our first stop, after navigating traffic and finding parking, was to see the Brisbane Wheel, walk along South Bank Parklands, have sushi for lunch, and then take in the art at the Queensland Gallery of Modern Art (GoMA).


It was rainy again, so that made it a perfect day to see things indoors.  What surprised me most was the fact that the museums are free! Not sure where we plan to go next week, but I’m sure it will be as enjoyable as these first two trips were.


New Words

I’ve been making a mental list of words I hear that are new to me or words that I just really like for some reason. I sometimes have a  hard time saying these words out loud because they make me feel a bit pretentious.  I’ll have to work on that.

I’ve included some below with their definitions:

  • jelly = Jell-o
  • trolley = shopping cart
  • The Shops  = the mall and grocery store
  • lounge = living room or a couch
  • cupboard = closet or wardrobe
  • mozzie = mosquito
  • petrol = gas
  • thongs = flip flops
  • brekkie = breakfast
  • arvo = afternoon
  • stubbie = bottle of beer
  • foot path = sidewalk
  • bits = things or pieces
  • zed = the letter Z
  • fringe = bangs
  • lolly = a sweet or candy
  • holidays = vacation
  • jumper = sweater

My favourite phrase though is, “Good on ya!'” or just “On ya!” which means “Well done!”


Grey Hair

The other day I said to my husband, “You have quite a bit more grey hair than you did before we moved to Australia.” And then I looked in the mirror and saw that the same could be said for me, too.

I remember the day I discovered that I had grey hair.  And to be honest, these hairs really aren’t grey; they’re white. Bright white.) Two days before my 30th birthday, I looked in the mirror and saw one long, silvery hair on top of my head. My heart skipped a beat. Was it a trick of the light? I pulled it. I inspected it. This was no trick. The hair I had pulled was completely white. I was so horrified that I taped it to the fridge to show my husband when he got home.  And when he arrived, I held it up to his face and said, “LOOK!” His eyes adjusted to this strand and he asked, “What am I looking at?” I explained my discovery, the horror registering on my own face and in my voice. He was not horrified. He calmly explained that there were probably others that I just couldn’t see. “What?!?”

There were others that I couldn’t see, and that was fine with me eventually. I didn’t see them, which meant that I could pretend that they didn’t exist. But now when I look in the mirror, I can see that they have crept forward.  These white hairs are no longer hiding on the back of my head. They have taken up residence above my ears and in my bangs. I flat out refuse to look on top of my head because I have a bad feeling that they have multiplied there, as well.

I blame stress.

Moving approximately 9000 miles (14000 kilometers) away from where I had been living for the past 8 years has done a number on my stress levels.  Not only was the moving, packing, selling, saying goodbye part stressful, but learning to live in a new country and take care of the basic necessities of life (banking, shopping, driving on the left side of the road, buying a car, navigating a new city, mobile phone purchasing, visa application) gives new meaning to stress. I could list a number of challenges we’ve faced since we’ve arrived below, but almost all have resolved themselves at this point, and, therefore, I am not going to let them stress me out any more.

Instead I’ll pour myself a cuppa and read a couple chapters in my book.