Today I wanted to be here ‘in case the sh*t hits the fan’. Mum had a fall today and was taken away in an ambulance. She should be in a nursing home they’ll say. Well ‘don’t come the raw prawn with me’ cause we all know she just ‘won’t cop that’!
That old chestnut
People hint to mum that she should think about going to a nursing home. I’m sure ‘that old chestnut’ will be ‘back on the cards again’. I know she ‘wouldn’t have a bar of it’. Thing is oldies sometimes have no say in it. That really ‘makes mum’s blood boil’. See mum is such a private person. She loves her garden and her own space. The whole idea of being in hospital just ‘does her head in’ let alone a nursing home. She’d be ‘out of there in a flash’ if she could.
Stick to your guns
I was hanging by the computer ‘playing the waiting game’. My ‘heart was in my mouth’ when a call ‘came out of nowhere’. It was a real ‘blessing in disguise’. A stranger calls. She shares of how her nan broke her hip in her 90’s and was sent home after she recovered from a hip replacement. Her nan was ‘happy as Larry’. This stranger says “make sure you tell your mum to ‘stick to her guns'”.
It’s been a while since I wrote a piece on phrases and idioms. I hope these ones help you in understanding this uncertain space. A space where the very thing that draws family together can also pull them apart. We all want what’s best for mum but we all have different opinions.
Be here in case the sh*t hits the fan – be close by in case something bad happens
Playing the waiting game – Not sure what to do so watch and wait
Heart in your mouth – Anxious
Came out of nowhere – Unexpected
Blessing in disguise – Something unexpected or unfortunate that results in something good happening
Does your head in – Makes you angry or frustrated
Out of there in a flash – Leave in a hurry
That old chestnut – Repeating the same old story so it becomes boring
Back on the cards – Discuss something that had been spoken of previously
Wouldn’t have a bar of it – (Australian saying) Won’t tolerate or put up with it
Make your blood boil – Make you very angry
Don’t come the raw prawn with me – (Australian saying) Don’t pretend you don’t know
Won’t cop that – Won’t take that. Not happy about that
(with audio) Previously it was The Blow In. Now the saga continues! So I was hightailing it back to Sydney. A 10 hour straight trip in my not so reliable car. Cruising along hour after hour. Day turns to night. Civilisation to bush, and we’ve got a heck of alot of bush around here!
It was the middle of the night. No street lights now. Then the headlights dim. Then they dim again. I blinked a few times hoping I was dreaming. Nope, there it was again!
…what employer would hire some ‘blow-in’ from interstate?
(with audio) Previously it was about That Elusive First Job. Now a new adventure! I had some idea that I was going to be some famous artist when I finished studies in fine arts years ago. I really ‘drank the Kool-aid’ on that one. So I moved north interstate to a great tourist town on Queensland’s Gold Coast. I started to look for work. I looked and I looked and I looked. Month after month I pounded that pavement, applied for those jobs, and wrote those targeted cover letters. Nothing! Plenty of knock backs. I even offered to work for free and still ‘a flat no’… It was really soul destroying.
Ep 1 (with audio) After speaking to my friends daughter recently I realised she and her friends think having trouble getting a job after leaving school is new to their generation. I’m sorry to break it to you. We don’t always get things ‘served on a silver platter’. I certainly didn’t. I’ve been ‘scraping the bottom of the barrel’ a few times over the years. Let’s go back to early 1980 in Sydney, Australia when I first left school.
Firstly, in the early 80’s there were no computers, no mobile phones, no credit cards. In my late teens I was catching a bus or train to get around, or walking. As a girl you left school at 16 (unless you wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer). You were meant to get a job until you met someone, get married, have a family at around 23. It was all mapped out. Pretty easy hey…LOL.
Getting initial employment
Getting a job straight out of school was ‘no walk in the park’. It was tough. You scoured the newspaper for any jobs and would ring to enquire. Even if I got an interview they’d say, “you don’t have any work experience”. I’d ‘scratch my head’ and think to myself, “hang on, how am I supposed to get work experience if you won’t give me a job”?
Since moving to the city I am amazed just how many things are truly at our doorstep. No need to drive ‘from here to Timbuktu’ to get to where I’m going. I no longer need to feel like I’m living ‘out the back of Woop Woop’ somewhere. Everything feels like it’s ‘a stone’s throw away’ and I’m so close by it’s amazing. We are getting ‘out and about’ so much more and not sitting ‘knee deep in traffic’. I was just so over that.
Tonight was a magical night. We booked tickets for the theatre to see a show called A Picture of Dorian Gray. It’s based on a book by writer Oscar Wilde from the late 1800’s. It’s ‘an oldie but a goodie’. I like things that ‘stand the test of time’. This version was a bit different though. The basic storyline is about a young guy who wanted to stay young forever. Anyway the adventure starts after he views a portrait done by an artist of him. I won’t go into the details in case you haven’t read this story. What I will say is that you need to ‘be careful what you wish for’.
Tonight was the last night to breathe in the smells of loamy soil and listen to the sounds of the night chorus. A chorus of birds, frogs, cicadas and other creatures that greet the night. I’m on 6 acres of fertile soil here in the northern rivers region of New South Wales in Australia. It’s about a 10 minute drive in from the coast. Yep, it’s glorious here this time of year.
I’m leaning over the balcony of this beautiful bush retreat. There’s bush all around and a series of ponds making their way down the hill toward the road. I’m taking in the dusk and ‘gobsmacked’ at just how loud it gets. I thought the road noise in Sydney could get bad! Check out the audio and you’ll see what I mean. Pictures just ‘dont do it justice’.
It’s a ‘rip snorter’ of a day. We’re up the coast at a small beachside town getting a bit of ‘R&R’ with a few of our friends.
Up ‘this neck of the woods’ you can get a 4WD permit to drive on the beach so that’s the go for today. This beach goes for miles and miles. It’s such a pretty spot with a few islands dotted off the beach. The 4WDs are ready, the fishing rods are loaded up, there’s the ‘barbie’, some beach chairs, and some ‘trashy mags’ for those of us that just want to chill. Let’s go!
Thus the adventure begins. You know what they say though, ‘the best laid plans’….aargh. We get on the beach and it’s like ‘bloomin Pitt Street’. There’s 4WDs everywhere and the sand is so mushy from all the tyre tracks. It’s like bouncing up and down on a jet ski as we drive along. So annoying. Should’ve gotten up at ‘the crack of dawn’.
It was great to catch up though. Haven’t seen everyone for ages. One friend’s ‘stoked’ on catching a flathead. Another mate pulls in his line and traipses further down the beach to see if he can ‘get a piece of the action’. Meanwhile, the rest of us relax over a good read and soak up the suns rays.
Now anyone that has spent a bit of time on the beach knows you need to keep an eye out for changes in the tide. You wouldn’t want to get caught out if the tide comes in too far. You might not have room to get the car off. We start to head off. Then the worst happens. Our car gets ‘bogged’ in the sand.
The sand is deep and loose and the car can’t get any traction. The tide is coming in and the longer I look the less sand there is. Waves are getting closer and closer as the high tide approaches. I can see just a narrow stretch of beach left to be able to exit. Still the tyres spin deeper and deeper. By now my mind is reeling. I’m seeing a king tide coming in and us being swept away.
‘I’m not grabbing at straws’ here but maybe I’m just ‘being a bit of a drama queen’. Come on, ‘get a grip’. What about some positive self talk rather than ‘losing the plot’. What’s the worst that could happen?
Rip snorter – extremely good
R&R – rest and relaxation
This neck of the woods – here
Barbie – BBQ
Trashy mags – magazines with gossip and unreliable news
The best laid plans… – some plans don’t succeed
Bloomin Pitt Street – busy, Pitt Street is one of the busy main streets of Sydney
The crack of dawn – early, before the crowds.
Stoked – very happy
Get a piece of the action – get some success
Bogged – stuck
I’m not grabbing at straws – there is some truth to it
Being a bit of a drama queen – panicking, overly emotional