Days away.

 I had a fantastic few days away. Did I behave...no I didn’t. Did I go overboard and binge...no I didn’t.  I weighed before we left, lost 400g so hoping for the rest of this week I can get myself back on track.

Managed a few small hikes while away and been keeping busy since being home. 

Went up to the city yesterday to see Skye in hospital after her back surgery. She had a bad scoliosis of the spine. She has been so brave and been coping quite well considering the pain she is in.  Hoping to have her home tomorrow if she can move past the pain and open her bowels. She was in tears yesterday trying, the poor love.  I will go up again tomorrow and visit if she doesn’t get the job done later this arvo/tonight. 

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Above are called wreath flowers. Only a few places where they grow. This patch they grow about 50 metres on both sides of road. In our 2500 kilometres of travelling we only found 2 other single wreaths.

                                                  A beautiful coloured kangaroo paw

 

                                Our rig all set up for the night. We are all self contained, have a portable fridge and freezer, cooktop, carry plenty of food. We camp like this all the time.        

                                                                                 

A creek bed that we tried our hand at prospecting in and around.....no luck though😏

A gravesite of some mining pioneers, poor fellas and so young too

A road not very often traveled...we saw the most gorgeous wildflowers down this track.

Found this gorgeous coloured trumpet type flower, one that we hadn’t seen before this season. They were everywhere, even close to home.

                                                    Can you see him? 

                                                     (It’s a racehorse goanna)

Another new one for us this year, never seen it before. Found 3 all in the same small area.

And below …… well that was the laugh of our trip 😆 😂 🤭 

On track

 

This week I have been on track and gee it feels good. The last few weeks with leading up to Pauls anniversary and the week of it was hard. My emotions were all over the place and the cruelty of some people thoughtless words didn’t help. 

Weigh in was yesterday and a good 800grams down.  I am hoping for another good week this week as Friday will be weigh day as after I drop off kids to school and daycare hubby and I will be heading off for a much needed break for 5 days. Our foster granddaughter Skye has to have a op on Thursday for her scoliosis of the spine, and her case manager is going to be with her for op day. (We have had this 5 days booked in for 12 months but couldn’t commit to it due to Skye’s op having to be rescheduled because of COVID-19)  Her ex carer will be there for visits and Shawn and her mother will be travelling up for the weekend, plus some good friends are travelling up as well.  We will visit on our way home...and I will be taking off work the week she does come home at Skye’s request. We are going with everyone’s blessing. It’s school holidays and Kylee will be heading off for a week away too. 

After a week of glorious weather this weekend turned to crap, it’s been wet, cold and windy. I’ve lit the fire and spent most of the time indoors with the kids. I’ve one asleep atm and Shawn has taken William and Kylee down the park to fly a kite William got for Christmas. 

I’m off for my monthly visit to my Dr on Tuesday. Be good to see what she suggests for my long weekend away. We are going up around the Geraldton area to our best friends bush block camping, going to be sitting around catching up and relaxing. Hope to go check out the wildflowers too. Camp fire cooking......mmmmm eating s’mores, Irish coffees....are just bliss thinking about it. 

Battling on

 

Last few weeks I have been battling emotions. 

5 years ago on the 10th we lost Paul to that evil disease cancer. He was 45. Too young to leave us. I have battled this week, feeling the hopelessness and despair of him being so sick and not being able to do anything...we all have.

Anyways, that day has past. I went up to his grave and sat and talked, and cried and talked some more. Even drank a beer with him...I left half for him 😊

It doesn’t help that people come up and say how’s hubby and everyone coping. I say, the same as me, we struggle. Ohh but why do you struggle, he wasn’t your son..☹️😢. Yes, really...they did and do say that. Yes, he was was my stepson, I didn’t carry him in my womb for the nine months BUT I did carry him in my heart for the 35 plus years that he was my #1 son. I also had to endure the same heartless when Rosemary was killed in 1996. There are some very heartless people around.

Ted and I made a vow when we got together that there would be no his, mine or ours kids in our family. They would all be ours!! And I’m very proud to say that that’s how it was. There was never my half brother/sister or step brother it was always my brother/sister. They all had a close bond. 

Anyways, moving on...