Gosh, I look at the date and think how
quickly the time has passed between my last blog entry and now. It’s funny that I often think of what I want
to write, but never find the time to sit down to put pen to paper. Here goes.
The Train
I commute to work on Monday, Wednesday and
Thursday via the train. It’s really nice
because Sam and I get the pleasure of travelling to work together. There are some times that I bring Harrison
into the city to meet Sam for lunch or we all travel together for a Saturday
down in Fremantle. There have been a
couple instances on the train that really stick in my mind:
I was travelling back from the city with
Harrison after having a lunch meeting with my boss – Harrison had a nice lunch
date with his daddy. We had taken the train into the city on this day because
Harrison LOVES to ride the train. Sometimes you cringe at the smell of some of
the people that get on the train. It’s a
mix of people, never know what you are going to get, but for the most part it
is usually a nice commute. However, on
our way back home, a man got on the train at Perth Underground, right behind
Harrison and me. He had his hard rock music
up loud (not in his ears – but playing aloud on his phone for all to hear), was
extremely fidgety (like a drug addict would be), looked to be in his early
40’s, was very dirty, and his smell matched his appearance. Harrison and I were sitting facing forward
and he was sitting in row opposite facing us.
I thought about getting up to move, but the train wasn’t crowded enough
in our car and I thought it might look obvious if we got up and moved, so even
though I was uncomfortable in his presence, we stayed in our seats. He kept staring at Harrison and me, making me
even more uncomfortable, but I still stayed put. About half way through our commute, Harrison
fell asleep in my lap. I was rubbing his
head and the train lulled him to sleep, as it often does. As he drifted off, I noticed the man
smiling. He was smiling a peaceful smile
and was being very still, as if he was remembering something. My heart softened towards this man who looked
like life wasn’t treating him well. I
began to think maybe he was having a fond memory of his mom or just a time when
life wasn’t so complicated and jaded by all the things we allow into our
lives. He turned off his radio, as it seemed he
didn’t want to wake Harrison. He just sat
there and watched him sleep. I smiled
at him as I got off the train. He
smiled back. Not a creepy smile, but a
genuine smile. It was a weird moment. Shame on me for feeling icky toward him. Perhaps he needed that moment to get him through a tough time, and I needed that reminder not to be so quick to judge.
Twins
You know how they say everyone has a
twin. Well I think it is absolutely
true. Call me crazy, but there are many
of you that I have seen in Australia! J Maybe it is because I miss many of you so
much, but I guarantee you have a long lost clone here in Oz. And if you came to Australia without telling
me and that was you...and I find out...you are in trouble! HA!
Thankfully, the ONE person I would not want
to see a clone of has not surfaced. I’m
going to chalk that up to God’s grace.
He knows I might lose it if that person shows up here in Oz! I know it takes all kinds to make the world go round, but Lord help us if
there were one more crazy in the world like her. J
Holidays
I know Halloween isn’t really a holiday,
but it was a disappointing taste in my mouth of what the holidays might be like for us here.
Halloween isn’t really a big thing here and a series of events on
Halloween Day prevented me from giving my kids the kind of fun Halloween I had
planned. I sulked for a few days and got
over it. Optimism has returned. What good does the alternative do me? LOL
Thanksgiving is tomorrow and it will be the
first Thanksgiving I have ever worked in my 34 years on this planet. It is also the first Thanksgiving I haven’t
been with my parents and grandparents.
Since Sam and I have been together we have been going to Thanksgiving at
Donna’s house the Sunday before Thanksgiving...and naturally, we missed that
too. Of course it is more than the
tradition of going somewhere! It’s the
family that are coupled with the traditions.
Specific things I will miss this holiday
season:
·
FAMILY!!!
·
The smell of my gran’s house on
Thanksgiving day
·
Saying hello to my grandpa
while he sits on his porch by his pot belly stove
·
Kidding around with my brother
·
Eating Donna’s cherry salad
·
Drinking beer with Mike and Pat
in the garage
·
How pretty my mom’s house
always looks decorated for Christmas
·
Catching glimpses of the Macy’s
Thanksgiving Day parade on TV
·
Visiting before and after the
meal
·
Black Friday shopping with my
dear friends (and sometimes my mom when she isn’t at the deer lease)
·
Putting up Christmas lights on
our house, decorating the tree and wrapping all the gifts purchased on Black
Friday the weekend after Thanksgiving
·
Our church Christmas play
·
Christmas Eve lunch at Grandpa
B.’s and Christmas Eve dinner at Gran’s
·
Getting up early so the kids
can open their presents and we can get on the road to Alvarado to be with Sam’s
family
·
Pat’s Christmas morning
breakfast...OMG...my sausage roll!!!
·
Mike’s Birthday on New Years
and the stuffed jalapenos, beer and good conversation that come with it
This year will be a new experience for us,
just as the last 10 months have been. We
will make new beautiful memories this year with the people that mean so much to
us here in Australia. For the first time
ever, I will cook most of the Thanksgiving meal along with my friend Alison. We’ll celebrate on the Sunday after and not
on Thanksgiving Day. I will work
Christmas Eve, and we will go to church that night to sing carols. We will go to beach Christmas morning for a
breakfast brunch and we’ll have a dinner celebration at Jane’s that night. The following day will be Boxing Day here and
we’ll do a barbeque and pool party with Rob, Alison and the kids. New Years...who knows?
This holiday season there are many things I
will miss and many wonderful new memories to make. No one ever said stepping outside your
comfort zone was easy. No one ever said
moving to the other side of the world is easy.
And no one could have told us the countless blessings we would
experience by moving here. I must
remember to count them, in their abundance, and I encourage you to never take
for granted the special people in your life.
Hug them, love them and be thankful for them, and hold your traditions, whatever they may be, near to your
heart.
Happy Holidays,
Wendy