Veronica

You’re never too old to stop learning

by Veronica on May 9, 2012

Outside in the garden, Isaac and I were hunting for frogs and spiders to photograph when I learned a few new things.

1 – My centre of gravity has changed drastically and my balance is wobbly at best.

2 – My son will push me over in order to see the frogs.

3 – Suddenly standing ankle deep in a garden bowl of cold water is not the most fun thing I could envision for my left foot.

4 – If a frog thinks it is well hidden, it won’t move while you photograph it. However, it will move very quickly if your three year old tries to touch it.

5 – Alpine strawberries (or “Wild Strawberries”) will continue to flower and fruit despite frosts and cold weather, making them perfect for Tasmania.

And finally, last but not least,

6 – If you ask your son to “just stand still and LOOK AT ME” so that you can take a photo, not only will he find the muddiest patch of ground to stand in, but he will pull this face.

What have you learned recently?

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Roasted Capsicum Bruschetta

by Veronica on May 7, 2012

in Food-Issues

Early in this pregnancy, I couldn’t eat a lot of anything that didn’t involve salad. Recently, it seems that we’re moving back that way again, with salad, toast and tea making up a good portion of my diet. Throw in the occasional piece of fruit and I’m calling it a balanced diet.

Balanced ish, anyway.

But this recipe? This recipe I love.

Ingredients:

baguette
olive oil
clove of garlic
1 red or yellow capsicum
a punnet of sweet cherry tomatoes
half a red onion
green top of a spring onion
1 tspn red wine vinegar
sugar
salt
parmesan shavings to serve, or other delicious cheese

Method:

Preheat the oven to 220C.

Slice the cheeks off your capsicum and coat in olive oil, before throwing into a hot oven and leaving for 20 minutes, give or take.

While the capsicum cooks, slice the red onion finely and toss into a bowl with halved cherry tomatoes, spring onion, red wine vinegar and salt and sugar to taste. Set aside.

Once the capsicum is cooked, throw it into a small bowl and cover tightly with clingwrap. 5 minutes in its own steam will make it easier to take the skin off.

Split your baguette and rub with a clove of garlic (split), before toasting under the grill. Drizzle with olive oil (and more garlic rubbing if you like).

Take the skin off the capsicum, before slicing into pieces and tossing through the tomato and onion mixture.

Serve individual portions on pieces of toasted baguette, topped with parmesan, or other cheese.

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23 weeks. Yes, already. Yes, I know how big I am. Thank you.

by Veronica on May 6, 2012

in Pregnant. Finally.

New this week:

My uterus reached the level of my ribs and has been pushing on them steadily, causing all sorts of havoc and mayhem. Namely dislocated ribs that either cause me to throw myself at Nathan’s feet wailing “FIX ITTTT”, or leap to my feet to relocate the ribs under my breasts so that I can continue to breathe. Fun times, fun times.

The rising level of my uterus is also promoting large amounts of reflux, extra nausea and a need to sleep propped up on four separate pillows, and that’s not counting the pillows supporting my hips. Which also hurt.

Have I mentioned pregnancy when you’ve got Ehlers Danlos is not much fun?

On the flip side, no symptoms of pre-term labour, or bleeding. So really, all the important bits are happening how they should.

Isaac finally felt his sister kick – but only because she kicked him in the head while he was trying to get a cuddle. I laughed. He wasn’t impressed.

I expect most blogging from now on will be done from bed with a laptop however, sitting up in my computer chair is getting progressively more uncomfortable. My blood pressure insists on regularly bottoming out, meaning that my feet need to be raised most of the time and it’s just miserable.

I’m holding onto the fact that at the end of this, I get a baby, all going well. I’ll be happier once I hit 27 weeks and happier again to hit 34. Til then, day by day.

And now I need a nap.

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What is actually there, VS what I want you to see

by Veronica on May 5, 2012

in Blogging

With the rise of “Home Beautiful Bloggers” I have noticed a trend towards the airbrushing and prettifying of lives. Marita noticed this too and set up her “Real Homes” challenge, and Zoey has noticed it as well, addressing it in a post titled “10 things I am not good at”.

And I’ll admit, there is a push towards making our lives cleaner and less messy. To make the hurts more sanitised and worthy of a “Better Homes and Gardens” article, a yes, we’ve had troubles, but look at how uplifting our ending is!

This is where it’s easy to be a bit less than truthful with the truthiness of things. To photoshop the dirty bits out and skim over the mess.

And so I present to you, a series of photos of my kitchen and dining room, entitled:

What is actually there, VS what I want you to see.

What is actually there: The Kitchen.

The kitchen, taken from the living room. Bench top and shelves care of my father, who makes things for me. Hanging hooks (new!) care of Nathan. Hole in the wall covered by cardboard and duct tape, care of the previous owners and their stupid range hood that died and we’ve not had the money or inclination to replace. Red extension cord that runs to the other side of the house and powers my computer because my living room has NO power points.

What I want you to see: The Kitchen.

Artfully hanging pots, overexposed and given a slightly grainy filter. The edits are meant to draw attention away from the fact that they are mismatched and old.

My gorgeous kitchenaid, that I was gifted by a friend after he won it in a competition. If I didn’t tell you that, I’d just let you assume that I can afford such luxuries.

What is actually there: The Shelves.

Lots of different types of tea, plus percolater coffee hiding in a silver cannister. Herbs, spices, sugar, salt. Isaac’s laxative, because I have to sneak it into his drinks, or he won’t drink it. This corner is perfect for sneaking things in. Dessert glasses gathering cobwebs underneath the shelves, as well as a snap lock bag of broad beans for planting.

What I want you to see: The Shelves.

Carefully blurred tea cannisters, sitting on a lovely wooden shelf. Slightly overexposed to hide dust and fingerprints.

What is actually there: Hanging Spices.

Various hanging spices, a pair of scissors that I thought I’d lost until I edited these photos and a hanging pudding. Also, a grimy windowframe in a horrible colour.

What I want you to see: Hanging Spices.

What is actually there: Fridge and Fruit Bowl.

Freshly decluttered area next to the sink. Grimy wall and window frame. Empty jar. Canteen list stuck to the fridge. Spray bottle filled with lemon juice and disinfectant for when Isaac gets poo on the carpet. Gorgeous fruit bowl that was a wedding present from Kathy.

What I want you to see. Fridge and Fruit Bowl.

Fresh fruit. That’s all I want you to see of that corner.

What is actually there: Dining room.

Books. Nathan’s computer. Things shoved into the bookshelf willy nilly. I get points for having a table cloth on the table, but that’s a rarity, and anyway, it’s crooked.

What I want you to see: Dining Room.

Ceramic vase and platter from Mum. Really, if I’m trying to pretty things up, this is all you need to see of my dining room.

In conclusion:

Anyone can have a beautiful house on the Internet – all it requires is some carefully angled photos and a good photo editing program. You can’t see the bits I don’t photograph and you can’t make judgements based on things you can’t see.

At the same time, anyone can have a perfect life on the Internet. It’s very easy to gloss over the shitty bits, it’s much harder to share reality. If you’re feeling inadequate about your organisational skills, your decorating, your life in general – remember, it’s very easy to present a version of reality online that is actually nothing like real life and you shouldn’t let someone else’s blog make you feel bad.

Personally, I prefer my real life to any version I could pretty up.

Disclaimer – I’d just spent an hour cleaning the kitchen and decluttering everything because it was giving me the shits. So it’s already tidier than normal.

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And the rain just keeps coming

by Veronica on May 4, 2012

in Grief,Headfuck

It’s been raining for days.

Not that I’m complaining; not when the tanks are filling up and there are puddles covering the paddock, making the ducks happy. Not when the garden is thriving and the grass has gone a pretty green colour, as the raindrops sparkle in the light. Not when the sky is darkly dramatic and interesting to watch.

Still, it has been raining for days and being a country girl, it feels like it should be an auspicious start to May and the middle of Autumn, the season of hot soups and hot water bottle nights.

The trees have dropped their leaves and stand bare naked, inhabited by crows in the early morning light as we drive Amy to school. Birds nests stand out in stark relief against the sky as I wonder about stopping and photographing them, before the rain falls down ever harder and I huddle inside my jacket in the slightly steamy warmth of the car.

And it continues to rain.

I dream of my grandmother nearly every night and wake up with a headache and scratchy eyes, damp patches on my pillow. I watch her die, again and again, before dreaming that she is alive and all is well again.

I replay old scenarios in my head, the post death fallout that I was subjected to and wonder that it has the power to hurt me all over again.

Anne Lamott tweets:

If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.

And I hold onto that when I contemplate writing essays about things that hurt, in an attempt to lance the wounds that fester. Yes, I’m angry with you. I’m still angry with you – all of you.

In the middle of all of this, the fetus continues to grow, while I wait for the end of winter. Her birth will herald the coming of my spring and I cannot wait.

In the meantime, it continues to rain.