The unimaginable..

I have started to realise that I can do the unimaginable when I have no choice.

Today I spent an hour cleaning dirt and grit caked blinds. Why? Well, I was bored, and having mopped the house and bathed the dog yesterday, I decided to tackle the blinds today.

I've also run out of paperbacks to read. The most recent one I completed reading is "Old Dogs". It's a really funny tale about several different groups of people attempting a heist and unwittingly getting into each other's way. I bought it on the cheap for AUD4.50, and I found 4 mistakes in it.

In spite of my aversion to touching raw meat, I've had little choice but to scale and cook salmon and oats. How I miss my mummy! And despite having pounded the large traditional oats into smaller pieces, my porridge never quite turns out the same as Mummy's.

It's funny isn't it - how girls grow into women but still call their parents 'Daddy and Mummy', whereas most boys grow into men and change that to 'Dad and Mum', if not the occasional grunt.

If you're wondering why I don't just take the car out and go shopping, that's because today the hubs has the car. Funny thing is, he's onsite today and parked the car at his boss'. Ah well, I don't need the hassle of parking today.

A car for freedom...

I do not own a car...yet.
I do not have a mortgage...yet.
I do not have to pay for insurance...yet.

But a car means freedom and I am looking forward to it immensely. This week, I drove B to the doctor to have his chest infection checked out. He was in driving condition but sweetly permitted me to drive the 4 -5 minute drive to the medical centre. I like being behind the wheel and not having 10 drivers eyeing my lot means I have the chance to actually park at my own time.

Not that I have actually parked yet aside for the straight ahead parallel parking I did at church the other Sunday.

At the medical centre, there is no need to park within painted boxes because there are none. The 6 - 8 car "parking lot" is gravel on both sides of the road. All I had to do was make a left into the road and a full left to swing into the gravel spot.

Nice.

We are still location shopping, having no money to house shop yet. Exactly how far away from the parents is a good location, or how near? There are no answers as of now.

We are exploring the idea of a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom home on a minimum 600sqm land and then build a small granny flat extension to the side of the house for visitors who will have their own private accommodation.

Still, these are just ideas.

Women put on make up for women

Today is laundry day. I love this picture simply because it sums up very nicely my day and it hasn't been photoshopped in any way. The sky is this beautiful and the weather is sunny - Spring has sprung!

I trimmed and plucked my eyebrows, and I realised that it is a grave misconception that women dress up for men. No. Women dress up for other women.

Like most men, my husband is the last person who would notice that my eyebrows are neatened, much less that the errant hair has been plucked. And if he does compliment me on my eyebrows this evening, I'd know he has been following my posts.

So, why do I keep my eyebrows neat? Simply because I have to be seen in public, by other women, and I would notice if a woman thought it okay to leave the house without so much as an effort to look presentable. I am just not one of those women who are blessed with naturally shaped and neat eyebrows, and if you are - I envy you.

I dress up for my husband but it only goes as far as wearing his favourite colour or preferred style. But when I choose my shoes, that's for the women.

Simply because, we would notice when someone walks by in a great pair of shoes.

On a side note, because she's reading - HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY DARLING COUSIN!!

.day 72.

It is day 72. 13 days since I left Singapore for a second time in 5 weeks.

I am still jobless.
But I have revelations, and plans.

I plan to:
1) Try my hand at baking from home, hopefully with a little advertising from family.
2) Give ribbonwork a real go and possibly try to ribbon flowers on t-shirts.

I figure that there must be a reason for this season of rest. I originally endeavoured to fill my days with activities because I was sold on the idea that I'd be bored in Perth - the place where people come to retire and die, or live way pass 100. So, I tried my best - I filled my days with gardening and grocery shopping and for the first couple of days, lots of laundry and sun-catching.

Still, with WACOT sitting on my registration for PRT, waiting on my IELTS test which is only on 13 Oct, results released 2 weeks from then, I have come to realise that maybe I need to take this period of rest to regroup, replan and re-evaluate my future.

Daddy told me in 2009 that I didn't have to run helter-skelter and look for love with blind dates set up by well meaning aunts. His daughters didn't have to do that; just trust in God's plan, and the intended beloved will come to us. In service yesterday, I realised that that is indeed God's message to me too. He has a plan and I need only to trust Him to deliver on His promises. I need not run helter-skelter.

And so, this is my new plan.
To stand still.
Psalm 46:10 - 'Be still, and know that I am God.'