#19

Monument to hope versus the weight of the tower, Athletic birds and Food on TV looks like food at the spa.

Mommy has been busy working on a backlog, for when she doesn’t feel like writing. While those drafts sit and gather some dust, here are some fresh ideas I’ve scavenged from my notes app  – Monument to hope versus the weight of the tower, Athletic birds and Food on TV looks like food at the spa.

MONUMENT to hope versus the weight of the tower. Do you have a tower of un-read books somewhere in your home? I can almost hear the collective nodding of heads, so furiously are you all nodding that your heads threaten to fall off!  It’s a tale as old as tome, so to speak. A classic book buyer problem is buying books faster than you can read them. The tower of books by the bed grows, and becomes burdensome. The tower is a physical manifestation of what has not been read. A shameful monolith. As a person who feels burdensome in many aspects of my life, I’m constantly trying to work on ways to shed that heavy feeling. So recently I’ve started shifting how I view the tower. The tower of books is a proud monument to hope. A promise to your future self from a past you. Build the tower higher!

ATHLETIC birds came to me while walking my dog. I saw a sparrow hawk, a bird which moves with a lightning-fast agility. So fast is the sparrow hawk, if this bird were a saying it would be ‘blink, and you’ll miss it.’ I thought to myself, ‘now that’s an athletic bird!’ - I carried on with my dog walk, laughing to myself and I started thinking about the other types of athletic birds. Hench birds, like those pictures of owls with their legs out. Gymnastic birds, like pied wagtails, wagging their tails like they’ve just done a dismount. When I need a laugh, I’ve been known to think about birds with hands. Isn’t that a terrifying and delightful thought.

Hench Birds

MASTERCHEF Australia is a sensational show. Imagine, if you can, a TV show that runs for 70+ episodes a season, is high stakes drama, inspirational, educational, emotional and gives you an excuse to live for one more episode each and every time. It’s a tonic to cure the bluest of winter blues. A tradition in our house is the only watch it over the winter months. This year we watched two (2!) seasons. That’s a lot of cookery competition! Something I started to think about, some 100 episodes into my TV delirium was how Food on TV looks like food at the spa.

TV food looks like food at the spa.

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