Just got back from a shopping trip. My mind is in a weird, not unhappy, but certainly tired, achy mode this evening. Westfield will do that to you. It's the first time I've been shopping in about two weeks - the cupboards were looking unspeakably bare and I decided that it had to happen - one can't really make a meal out of two slices of beetroot, a block of Parmesan and half a punnet of strawberries! So I went to the shops. Usually I favour the cheapy-cheap goodness of Aldi but today I couldn't be bothered finding two dollars for their trollies so I went to Coles instead and drowned out the sound of the Masterchef ads with the sheer loudness of my thoughts. I've spent this last week in a sort of coma - my way of avoiding expenditure (which must, for goodness sakes, be avoided - I have to register the car before Mum has the baby!) - not going out, not visiting people or driving anywhere (I have about a 24th of a tank of petrol left)... I felt unproductive, but otherwise good about myself - lounging about in pajamas all day and watching the grass grow has a soothing effect on my soul.
Back to the shopping trip. I read somewhere that one should eat 3 portions of fruit per day - so today in the veggie leg of my trip I painstakingly counted out 21 pieces of fruit... one week until next shopping trip! I always try to buy my fruit meat & veg at individual shops instead of supermarkets - but it's always dreadfully intimidating. I take one look at the fishmonger and wither away into a heap of quivering jelly. Which is probably why I don't eat a lot of fish! And meat too - I'm almost a vegetarian these days - simply because I'm either too forgetful or too intimidated to walk into a butcher's shop and buy meat.
I also bought a book - Politically Incorrect Parenting, which is, so far, the best parenting book I've ever read. And yes, I agree that I'm a freak for reading parenting books; I've been doing it since my earliest childhood though. I read Babies! and Toddler Taming (Go Christopher Green!) when I was about eight or nine - and have spent the last nine-ish months reacquainting myself with Kaz Cooke and a ton of natural birth books at a feverish pace. Politically Incorrect Parenting is well-written, funny and sympathetic - and the author is both a father and a trained professional - good combination for a person writing a book about kids, if you ask me!
My song of the month is:
It started playing on the radio the other day when I was having a strugglesome moment in the car 'What do you want me to do, God? What direction do you want me to move in?' - that kind of a moment. And I started singing along and crying and decided to put myself in God's hands and see what He would do... pray for me, you lovely folks! And the song is all about our purpose being in glorifying God, so I feel a big need to do that. He IS pretty darn magnificent!
I give you back my voice...
No comments:
Post a Comment