Sunday, December 21, 2014

December 21. Day 355. It's a kind of magic

If you want a visit from the fat man in a red suit this week then pouting, shouting and crying are strictly off limits. The problem is the rush, crowds, demands and to-do list that seem to inevitably accompany the Christmas countdown can very easily bring you to a place far removed from the spirit of the season. In fact peace and goodwill can be as hard to find as a carpark in a shopping centres or a shop assistant in David Jones prepared to serve you. Having just returned from the beach, I am determined to at least try to leave the shouting, pouting and crying to others. So I took one look at the crazy massive crowds fighting to see the Christmas parade through the Queen Street Mall and decided to not just turn the other cheek but turn my whole body and run. Instead I took in the entertainment being provided by the buskers further up the mall - the living stature of a farmer and his blue heeler and the magician. There was magic enough in that for me.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

December 20. Day 354. Naughty but nice

 I think conversations with Santa fall into the privileged categories like those with your doctor of lawyer. As a result, I don't know what went down when Rumple sat on Santa's knee. I suspect there were vows that he had been a very nice boy all year. This is true. He is loyal and loving and the sweetest most delightful little fur friend a woman ever had. But let's be honest (and I won't tell Santa) he can also be a very naughty boy. No pen, no toilet roll, no shoe is safe with Rumple around. He's eaten glasses, and computer cables and books. Anyone would think I had a fetish for crotchless knickers given how many pairs I have ended up with thanks to Rumple's ability to seek out, steal and destroy undies. But I can't stay mad with him for any length of time and he knows it. My world is a better place with Rumple in it.Which I think should put him on Santa's good books. I reckon he'd probably ask for five minutes alone in the chicken coop next door or the ability to be able to catch just one of the birds he so loves to chase.  I think a big bag of Schmackos might be a better bet. That Brahminy Kite we saw on the beach this morning might look nice but I reckon he's got a naughty steak too.
Brahminy Kite
Brahminy Kite

Friday, December 19, 2014

December 19. Day 353. Afternoon delight

I an a bad mother. I went to the beach without a ball for the Fur Friend. I know, right? That's grounds for seeking a new owner or improvising. Fortunately Rumple was in a forgiving mood and everyone on the beach this afternoon was happy to make their own fun. There are no waves? Ride down the sand wall on your board. There's no ball. Well chase the other dogs on the beach, or chase Cousin Cleo or just play jump the waves. On an perfect summer afternoon like today there are many different ways make your own fun.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

December 18. Day 352. Weight off the shoulders

The great thing about holidays is that they have the uncanny ability to lift a huge weight off your shoulders. Water gives you a huge buoyancy. I'm in holiday mode and I like the holiday-mode me. Bank fraud division sends a text to say my credit card has been used in an attempt to pay a $3000 hotel bill in Spain. I hear only the word "unsuccessful". My card might have been cancelled the week before Christmas but I refuse to let that worry me. Bank stopped it. All good. Car gets towed. Repair firm offers a loan vehicle. All good. Non holiday me stresses. Big time. Holiday me walks the dog, goes to the beach, collects shells, throws the ball, swims in the pool and hangs out with family. I'm determined to keep the holiday me for as long as possible.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

December 17. Day 351. Fringe benefits

There is room at the inn, which as I understand is the opposite to what is associated with the Christmas season both in biblical times and on most coastal resorts at this time of year. But having a dog has come with somewhat bizarre and unexpected fringe benefits at least if you treat a dog as  a family member and insist on taking the canine to the Coast as I do. Units will not allow dogs so you have to rent a house. Houses are bigger and come with multiple bedrooms and in our case more bedrooms than we actually need. So if it's a family holiday why not open up the spare room to other family members. My mum has been to stay and today my sister Marie and her daughter Cleo joined the beach party. And when you have Noosa beach practically on your doorstep you can be pretty sure things will go swimmingly.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

December 16. Day 350. Getting to know you

Let me tell you a story. It's about my dog, except of course it isn't but we will go with that. Rumple used to be very discriminating about the company he kept. Some may have called it discerning. Some may have called it a sensible precaution but it was what it was. He would have nothing to do with dogs that were bigger than him and what's more he would also run away from canines of the short haired variety associating only with small but furry small friends. He was scared so it was safer to stay with what he knew. Let's face it, it's easy to make judgements on external appearance and choose to shun and avoid without knowing any better. But then he was introduced to The Fed his Beagle cousin. Feddy is not only much bigger than Rumple but also short haired. He learned that Fed wasn't scary and eventually Rumple started to get the picture. Perhaps big dogs were okay. Perhaps short hair is just different not bad. If you just take the time to get to know people rather than make snap judgements on the basis of appearance we would all be better off. Besides, big short haired dogs are a lot of fun to chase up the beach. Ask Rumple.

Monday, December 15, 2014

December 15. Day 349. And hey, hey, hey it's a beautiful day

Ah Queensland. Beautiful one day. Perfect the next. That's what the advertising slogan says, a slogan so effective that even US President Barack Obama used it his G20 speech in Brisbane. Unfortunately this part of the State hasn't been living up to its part of the bargain in the last week. But today. Today was the real deal. Just glorious. And possibly the best part of the world to spend a perfect Queensland day is Main Beach at Noosa. Clear blue water, white sand a cloudless sky - this is the sort of day they feature of post cards, not that any postcard could really capture the magic of floating in the warm water while the gentle waves lift your body. This people is what holidays are all about. And the good news is the forecast for the rest of the week is more of the same. Yep today was beautiful and tomorrow, hopefully, will be perfect. Bring. It. On.\