Welcome to another Weekend Coffee Share. Not that we’ll force you to drink coffee here. Whether you’re feeling like coffee, tea, Hot Chocolate or apple juice, we’re only too happy to oblige. That is, as long as you don’t ask us for Bonox. We don’t have any Bonox. We’ve never had it. My mother has always offered guests coffee, tea or Bonox and I don’t even know what it is. At least, she means well.
This week, our son celebrated his 12th Birthday. Actually, to be honest, I’m not sure that he really celebrated because like so many birthdays, things turned pear-shaped and the house resembled a war zone. Okay, maybe not a war zone but it certainly wasn’t all happy families. I don’t know why birthdays and special occasions seem to bring out the worst but it almost seems inevitable. Perhaps, our expectations of a perfect day turns everything upside down. Anyway, at least it finished on an upbeat with an excited Happy Birthday at Scouts. Scouts are easily pleased. They can’t resist my chocolate chip cookies.
Trying to find our son birthday presents was quite a challenge. No longer a child, the range of options seems to be narrowing down . We’ve given him Lego for practically every birthday to the point where I started feeling like it was a cop out, stopping us from putting adequate thought into what we were giving him. Moreover, his Godmother was giving him some Star Wars Lego…a safe thing to suggest. The day before his birthday, we still only had one small gift and couldn’t think of anything. While, on one hand, this could be interpreted as a first world problem, what is also a first world problem is the struggle to feel loved. While money can’t buy love, not buying your child anything for their birthday would certainly have ramifications…especially when their sister received the new Star Wars BB8 Robot only two weeks beforehand. Anyway, I was on he way to Kmart and decided to pop in on a small strip of shops and see what I could find there. Bingo! I found a Himalayan Salt Lamp as well as a thunder egg and a beach towel. I was stoked. Mission accomplished.
Thursday morning, we woke up to find our entire beachside town covered in a very thick blanket of fog. Indeed, I had quite a shock when I opened the front door and walked straight into it. We’ve never, ever had fog like that here before and it really did feel quite surreal. What was going on? I didn’t wait to find out. I dropped the kids off and headed down to the beach with my camera to see what I could get. It would either be a complete white out or something I’d never forget.
Indeed, I captured some of the best, most atmospheric photos I’ve ever taken. It just goes to show that you don’t have to travel or spend a fortune to find incredible inspiration but you do need to be prepared, have faith and have the capacity to down tools and make a run for it. Here’s A Photographer’s Dream.
By the way, I should’ve mentioned that when you pop around for coffee this weekend, it’s almost eerily quiet. You see, the kids are away with Scouts competing in the Sirius Cup and camping at Balmoral Beach on Sydney Harbour. Geoff and I thought about going with them but the prospect of a quiet weekend at home was too good. The Sirius Cup includes sailing and kayaking races and well as Iron Person events. Our kids are both kayaking. Haven’t heard too much about what they’ve been up to as yet but stay tuned.
Before I head off, thought I might encourage you to try writing Flash Fiction. There is a weekly challenge run by Charli over at Carrot Ranch where she provides a topic and you need to write 99 words exactly…no more, no less. Initially quite surprised by what I could actually write in 99 words, I’ve since gone on to find something quite incredible in this shortened format. Its quite a challenge to tell a story in only 99 words including all the usual components of a story…beginning, middle, end and a complication. Yet, similar to Haiku, that shortened format can make the story more intense. I love it. To find out more and even have a go, head here.
Last week’s theme was library. I ended up writing about Rufus, our late Old English Sheepdog. A rescue dog in the true meaning of the term, he was a very troubled but also equally loving dog who illustrated that mixture of dark and light which lives in us all. You can read it here.
The previous week’s theme was “gallop” and I wrote about a little boy who galloped through Church while they were singing “Jesus loves the little children” attracting disapproving stares and glares from the congregation: The Galloping Little Man.
It seems I have quite a heart for the underdog…a strong sense of social justice. I guess you’re probably not surprised.
Anyway, I hope you’ve all had a great week and if things haven’t been so good, I’m thinking of you. You don’t have to pretend here. You’re always welcome.