maggies and magpies.

magpies

Most Australians do not appreciate the magpie bird. I have to be honest i didn’t either until our tree-change. Every year we watch the news reports of magpie birds swooping city bike riders, post men and school children. In our own Village, I have viewed a number of weird and wonderful bike helmet creations, festooned with spikes; as well as ice cream bucket hats with eyes glues on the back, to deter magpie attack.

However, since moving to our rural acre, I have reflected and slowly grown a new respect, and dare I say, ever an appreciation of magpies. Most days I share two slices of bread with the birds; an assortment of parrots, galahs, plovers, minor birds, recently kookaburras and magpies. At one time we had five, yes, five bush turkeys, which was surprising as we had been led to believe that they were solitary creatures. We can only guess that the leaf mound our male created was really something and attracted a harem of ladies!

I did try leaving out wild bird seed in a dish on the ground, but it was a disaster, ending up in not only five bush turkeys but also a couple of gate crashing rats. We are on the hunt for a stylish and functional stand alone bird feeder. In the meantime, a couple of times a week I take out the bread crusts and talk with the birds.

This week, as soon as I walked out onto our patio, five magpies swooped in to sit on our fence. I walked up to within a metre of them, and as I did so they all burst into song. My husband said it was their way of saying “feed me!” .  He was also worried I was about to enact a scene from “The Birds”! I prefer to think they were serenading me, “Oh lovely lady that doest feed us, how we bless you and bask in your kindness and beauty” as birds do.

They continued singing for their breakfast until I broke bread with them, upon which they forgot my very existence in their endeavors to cram as many bread pieces into their mouth before returning to their family or favourite eating spot.

In those moments I think I lost five years in age, and made a memory that many people will never experience. Beauty can be found in surprising  things and unexpected moments. Slow down and enjoy the good life.

Birthdays, spa days and days ever after

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Whew! I’ve had all sorts of access issues changing blogs, and even accessing my old blog. I really felt like giving up, folding my laptop and going into my happily ever after. Even as I write this, my husband bent over to kiss the tip of my nose and dropped last night’s wine glass that he was carrying into the kitchen. Naturally, it smashed into a trillion glass shards. The dog, Augie, arrived instantly to investigate and had to be dragged outside to safety – not easy with a large Golden Retriever! Husband, slow to organise and in bare feet, managed to step on a splinter of glass, necessitating a search for a pair of tweezers. I am trying hard not to connect that as another nudge to give up writing!

Segue. Why is it a pair of tweezers? Is a tweezer but a stick? Is a trouser but a bare bottom?

I celebrated my birthday, my 60th, earlier this month. The day itself was lost somewhat as a daughter was moving into their new home and I was babysitting 2-year-old granddaughter, though they did appear with takeaway for dinner and a few drinks around the pool in the evening. I have more of a birthday season, rather than a day; well, when it is a special birthday ending in a zero. A week later, we lunched with more family at a perfectly perfect Brisbane bayside restaurant.

It was a second choice for lunch, as the first restaurant we booked at the temerity to burn down the week before we were due and so we went from a hilltop reservation to a sea view. I must say, I suspect we enjoyed the 2nd choice more than we would have had the first. Sorry for the fire though.

Yet to come in this birthday season is a mother and 2 daughters spa day. I have even opted for the vichy shower! Then another weekend there will be lunch with my ladies. We are all turning 60 this year so it is a passing feast of festivals!

It has been a very busy life since I have retired, entirely family centred. It is lovely to build a growing relationship with my three, soon to be four grandchildren, but I must be honest that there hasn’t been enough time for me (I know, fancy saying that when I have just listed a plethora of birthday celebrations!) however there has been no time to breathe, to self-care, to garden, to even clean house. In fact, our home is starting to look like a bachelors’ pad as Son and Husband housekeep to their standards.

Segue. Why do some men think “putting things away” means lining them all up in a row on the kitchen bench, not in the pantry? Everything must be visible, it seems, in case it decides to make a quick escape.

The older we grow, once going to a workplace ever day is no longer the defining structure of our lives, our time came be absorbed, almost like osmosis, by others. The needs of children and grandchildren, ageing parents, or spouses. It can be difficult to redefine who you are, and how to go forward in a healthy and sustainable way. I haven’t mastered it, yet, but I am working on it. I need to meet my needs to meet the needs of others, as motherhood never ceases and evolves into grandmotherhood, and a spouse has a place as well.

And that is what this blog is – me and my sixties, life and love and all things in between.

Deb

Time Merging with Endeavour

not just another boomer blog.

… all the time merging with a unique endeavour To bring to bloom the million-petalled flower Of being here.

Philip Larkin Old Fools

I’ve been blogging for over ten years now, but at the end of last year, after years of “being pecked to death by ducks” (Maya Angelou) I crashed and burned from a career in education into early retirement. So, the blog that was me, no longer felt like me. It just didn’t fit who I was then, and who I am now, or rather who I am becoming now.

This year I will celebrate 60 years of living. I own that, it feels good. No use pretending, as we all will die on the day we are going to die on, no matter what age we claim to be!

I’ve been married for over forty years, have three grown children, and as I write this 3 and one third grandchildren. I am blessed and grateful. Being grateful is something I do a lot of these days. Some days it is difficult – I am currently dealing with post-work related stress and anxiety which means some days I don’t always experience any unique endeavours.

After the Alzheimer’s related death of my Dad some years ago, my Mum is now in care due to dementia. I suspect, or fear, my genes may lead me along the same path, so making memories with my grandchildren is very important to me.

I am Australian, living in the state of Queensland. Five years ago we moved from Brisbane to a small rural town. We have a hectare of land that has become a small refuge for local wildlife. Most mornings we can see kangaroo and  pretty faced wallaby, hares and rabbits (though rabbits are a declared pest in Queensland – so much for the rabbit proof fence!), brush turkeys, kookaburras, galahs, rosella birds and any number of other wildlife living their lives amongst us. Sadly, we also have the odd snake. The day I found a baby snake in the bathtub was the day we got new screens on the laundry door! We don’t just call it home, we call it paradise.

Stereotypes have never been for me, so don’t expect this to be just another baby boomer blog. I defy classification,  though I  just did that very neatly didn’t I? Did I mention that I used to be a Teacher Librarian? Maybe that brought on the taxonomy of classifications!

Well, let’s see where this endeavour takes us.

Deb