Monday, May 18, 2015

Recently 18.05.2015

I'm sitting in the Sydney Qantas club, telling you I'm in the Qantas club, like every wanker who has a sudden urge to call everyone in their phonbook, just to tell them, really loudly, that they're in the Qantas club. I've soent what feels like a lot of time in here lately. Time that I would rather be spending with Pascal, not bragging about the 'free' toasted sandwiches and beer. 
I'm in my way to Melbourne for a conference, which I will probably be really excited about once I stop thinking about those little brown eyes that just wanted another cuddle when I left today. I'm never normally at the airport in the middle of the day. It's usually me and a bunch of other suits here in the almost dark, rush rush rushing to our next meeting, knowing the Qantas club drill, eyes down and quiet. Today there are families, children, holiday makers, retirees. It's such a different vibe- and I'm wearing Vans!- I almost forget I'm travelling for work. Almost. 

Here's what I've been up to. 

Taking myself away from the hotel breakfast to laptop it up at the Newsroom cafe in Brisbane. 
Packing for a work trip is so strange when it's not suit attire. My conference is smart casual which I've had to think long and hard about when meeting new colleagues for the first time. Lucky pretty much everything I own is black, grey or denim. Well except for my toiletry bag. Must steal Mr C's grey one. 

Trying out the Maybelline Brow Drama I bought in the U.S. So far loving it more than Benefit Gimme Brow, which I didn't think I could love any harder. 
Slow cooking up a storm on the days I've been home and hibernating. Beef and eggplant stew and Mexican chicken. 

And finally a shot of my little darling not cooperating with walking. His little legs can only carry him so far, I'm more than happy to do the rest. 

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Life update

It's a grey Sunday afternoon here in Sydney and I'm feeling very content but can't help a bit of sentimentality. My new slow cooker is full, there are friands in the oven and, by some miracle, almost dry washing on the line. 
But there is a new something, someone else here, and he is making this Sunday afternoon feel a whole lot better than they have recently. 

Pascal is home. He is a chunky, brindle, white chinned, cuddle fiend, sweetheart of a puppy. He is so sleepy, so easy going, so puppy like, I keep having to remind myself he is here. I just cannot help but compare him to Marcel. I said I wouldn't but it's impossible not to. On the car ride home yesterday I saw him yawn for the first time. Something so innocent, but it got me. It wasn't Marcel's yawn. It was so, so different. Pascal straight away started licking my face. It's hard to keep crying when a little love machine is smothering you in doggy kisses. It was like he knew and he was telling me it was ok to love him, ok to let go. If I had kept up the comparisons to Marcel they'd ever end. A friend came over to meet him today and she started too. But also quickly realised how futile it was. Everything about him is different. Pascal is not Marcel. He deserves his own love and to get to be his gorgeous puppy self. 

He is ridiculously cute. So much so he looks fake. Mr C was holding him this morning and it looked like he was holding a teddy. He has melted my heart, how could he not? 

For long time I felt like not much happened in my world. After cruising through life for the past few years, the last few months have been full on, have more than made up for it. I've been on a big overseas trip that was all planned in a rush by me, lost a job, been head hunted, started a massive new role, been interstate five times in a month, renovated a (still unfinished) bathroom, had my floor wrecked (again), this time in the storms. And I've been going out A LOT. I just didn't have a reason not to. 

Life feels different. So many new beginnings, so much to look forward to. And so much to remember.


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