Getting Out and About

I’ve sent Rainer’s Support Worker on a 2-day course on Communication, so this week I had the “luxury” of entertaining him for the afternoon. Excellent!!

Right?

Errrmmmm, maybe. It seems he and I have lost our Afternoon Rhythm. I was afraid of this when I employed SWs for Monday to Friday; my intuition told me it might be a mis-step, but I desperately needed down-time, so here we are! (Yes, I should stop complaining….but think of this more as an observation….)

Thursday. Lovely Thursday!!!

SPRING certainly has arrived in Brisbane. It’s bloomin’ fabulous! So I made a deal that as soon as he’d finished his afternoon tea, we’d head to the creek. Nice!!!

Seems he had other ideas and the complaining began at the top of the track. Oh boy. I was sure he was going to do a runner. Have I got my running shoes on? All lady bits “supported”? Adequately hydrated? tick tick tick

He didn’t run down the street (thank God), but he did run down the track. So I called out and thought, “He’s okay now. He’ll stop when told.”

HAHAHAAA!! Who was that crazy lady just then? Totally deluded (as witnessed by a lady walking her dog, “That looks like fun!”) So off I run with giant Thunderbirds 3 and 4 under each arm. I managed to get him to stop a couple of times to catch my breath, but as soon as I moved closer, he’d take off again. I was contemplating calling our local Police Station to have them meet us at the usual spot (oh dear) but thankfully he parked himself at the Duck Pond.

Phew!!

I really enjoy our neighbourhood and the absolute beauty of our tracks and creeks and wildlife, but oh boy, some days it’s a real struggle to find the good in it. Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes it’s a success and he will happily stroll with me, arms around my waist, looking lovingly into my eyes, little skip in his step – and those days are true Love.

This wasn’t one of those days….but by bedtime (or was it Dinner?) the status-quo-love-fest had returned and all was good in the world.

I can’t stay sniffing the paint every minute of the day. As much as I’d like to entertain my Muse when he calls (yes, I have a He-Muse – a “Heuse”), there are more pressing moments to experience and capture. My wish is that those experiences feed my Heuse, so when I get time to sit and create, I have Love stored in bucket-loads and can do so with contentment.

Happy Days!

xx Giovanna