Nothing much has changed since I posted how interesting times seem to be passing us by. Life is quiet and no news is good news is our mantra.
My sister-landlord checked in via email from the south of the border last week, sharing photos of her gorgeous new kitty, and asked “how are things with you?” I replied “all is well with us… lots of stuff happening with people we know but not with us… it’s weird… feels like being in the eye of a cyclone.”
Since the April post, more relationship break ups and other unfortunate situations have come to our notice.
Was it the influence of the Full Moon eclipse I wonder…. “Eclipses shine the bright light of truth to the part of your life that is touched by the eclipse. Most of the time, eclipses act as brilliant illuminators, revealing a condition that you were unaware existed. They can also act as catalysts to a major life decision. Also under an eclipse, you may finally understand the true character of a person near you.”
Of an evening, the G.O. and I sit with glasses of wine, exchange no news is good news, and observe it truly is extraordinary but unsettling to be steady ourselves while so many people around us going through such tough times.
Even good happens when things go awry…
Our city apartment neighbours who rent a car space to the G.O. have had a baby and are moving on. They gave us plenty of notice but I put finding a new space, via printing and mailbox dropping 100’s of flyers, on the backburner until after our Queen’s Birthday June long weekend break at Taylors Arm. The night before we left, there was a flyer in our mailbox offering a space. Too easy!
Days prior to the long weekend, Mr RHS neighbour rang to report the big old troublesome sliding glass door into our kitchen at Taylors Arm had shattered. He wasn’t sure how, it had been intact the previous day. Mrs RHS said she’d heard a noise at 2.15 am, and hypothesized maybe someone had thrown a hammer at the glass. When the G.O. called me who is in charge of such things due to my handy access to desk, computer and phone, and relayed this information, I was busy with my day job, but the thought struck me to call the insurance company. CGU* were very helpful despite my dubiously unhelpful lack of details. They advised they would treat it as an accidental glass breakage claim unless it became apparent differently, and would send a glazier out to at least assess and make the house secure. *They deserve a plug, and big thanks.
Many calls later to the G.O. from Mr RHS who upon seeing the insurance company’s glazier, thought to mention he’d mowed our lawn the previous afternoon and speculated the mower may have thrown up a rock causing the door to shatter later in the chill of night… We assume this is what happened, no-one really knows… but the door fit was crooked, never slid properly and we’ve been putting up with it thinking it was going to be a huge job to fix. The glazier was able to same day, albeit with difficulty, replace the glass in one panel and refit both panels in reverse to correct the fit, for less than our insurance excess payment. The door now slides and unlocks perfectly. *Acclaim Glass, Macksville. Ditto.
Additionally neighbourly Mr & Mrs RHS, cleaning up the shattered glass gave us the added bonus of a weekend of feeling young again. They used spray furniture polish to do a final clean of our imitation timber lino kitchen floor, resulting in us when wearing socks sliding along the slippery floor like crazy kids.
And sometimes we just plain get lucky. Prior to arriving at Taylors Arm, we did a bit of shopping in town, and called in as is our habit at Nambucca River Antiques… antiques in a loose sense of the word… it sounds better than Nambucca River Old Furniture & Stuff… Up the back of the shop was an old frame, the unusual shape of which looked familiar. I commented to the G.O. that it might just fit the 60 year old photo of Dad, and I would buy it if it did. Sure enough, when we got home, the old photograph was the same shape… I called and asked the shop owner to hold it for me, and next day we took the photo in to be sure. The shop owner was so astonished the photo fit, and pleased that I was ecstatic, he knocked a substantial discount off the price. It now hangs in pride of place in the hallway.
Last Sunday we attended the Dalai Lama’s Sydney public talk on Ethical Mindfulness. Shortly after we were seated, my favourite comedian and fellow Sagittarian, Mikey Robins, came on stage as MC. It was wonderful to hear the Dalai Lama speak but question time at the end was especially entertaining as the Dalai Lama’s sense of humour came out to play with Mikey’s.
Just before leaving the stage, the Dalai Lama approached the front of the stage and moved around head bowed in a silent blessing toward each area of the audience. I felt happy and blessed, and quietly asked for the blessing to be commuted to our greater world.