So, things have been hectic as usual around here. Only this time things seem to have come to some culmination - and a few things had to snap, so that we could restore some kind of calm here around the house. Ever since I had kids - no actually, I remember this feeling started some time when I was still unmarried and at uni - I have not had enough hours in the day. I don't know if its a personality flaw. I suspect it is - the fact that my life is, and for years has been so full of commitments, interests and responsibilities that I have not had time to stop and "chill". Heaven forbid I could ever say I was "bored". This concept has not entered my universe since primary school! So I guess it must be a personality flaw - because let's face it, no one aside from Barack Obama can really be that busy that they have no time to relax and do nothing at some point in the last ten years. In my profile description for a group I joined a few years back, the other group members describe me as a "mūžīgi skrienošā māte" (translation : the eternally on-the-go mother), so others must identify this "busy, busy, busy" side of my existence as well.
I guess it would be easy to fix, if I could identify where it all went pear-shaped. But I can't. All I know is that there is NO TIME, and I am constantly behind in my housework, payments, promises, meetings, blog updates, etc. Maybe I set standards too high? Hmmm, hard to believe, for me "near enough" is "good enough" most of the time. But to be fair, I do give myself a hard time about not updating this blog often enough. I feel like I should post on here more often to describe our life in Latvia and things we've been up to - and then tonight I stopped and thought about it. How many of the people who read my blog are themselves more efficient updaters and communicators? How much do I know about your (yes, you know who you are) lives and what you are doing with them? Apart from an awesome sister-in-law who is a prolific blogger - I am living vicariously through her pregnancy - most of the rest of you get your own lives together. Get stuff done around the house. Organise your own holidays. Watch a bit of TV, read the Saturday papers. All that stuff that normal people do while they're not updating their blogs. Well, I say - good for you. And good for me, too! So enough of guilt tripping myself.
What I have done recently to give myself a bit more time and energy is leave my singing group. Time will tell if its permanent or temporary. The girls have been such a big part of us living in Latvia, of the cultural contacts we have made and our understanding of the locals. A way of upkeeping the Latvian culture we fought so hard for in Australia. The twice a week rehearsals and common weekend performances were killing me, though - having participated for 7 years - and so I have left for a period of time to take stock, take a breather, and clean out my cupboards. Literally! Since leaving, of course I haven't joined the gym like I said I would. I also haven't read any significant books, or caught up with more friends, as was the intention. I have, however, got a tidier house than I have had for a long, long time - which makes and incredible change in the daily psychological grind. I have also got (marginally) happier kids, mainly, I think, because I myself am less rushed and stressed. So amen for that!
Another reason why I haven't posted for a while is because I realised that my blog could be easily renamed "Weather and Children", which in my opinion, does not make for very interesting reading. I vowed that I would not have more than the occassional post about either weather/children, and so I have stopped myself from updating on the constancy of the snow, or the developmental milestones of my ankle biters (like your own kids aren't doing/haven't done similar things at similar times...). Since this observation, though, I have surmised that life is largely made up of the above two factors (hi Dad!), so there's not much to say, really.
Anyhow, next week - the traditional Easter round up. Can't wait for that! I'll try to do it with minimum mention of kids'egg hunts, snow, mud, sun and air temperature. Ok? Ok. Cheers!

So seeing as we are avoiding comment on winter or the cold, here are some pictures of us on an excursion to the old town last weekend. Beautiful view of the Daugava River in the back. (Yes, it's all still a big block of ice)

And while we're on the subject of less kids commentary: here are M and M loving the recent toys exhibition at the Latvian National Museum of History. Getting into character as two little devils...

Here's Mikus this morning in line for a haircut. His hair is about as unkempt as our house and family at the moment! We have been super busy, as always, and the last thing I've wanted to do is update this blog. The endless winter is taking its toll, too. Last week it actually got sunny and the snow began to melt, and it seemed that there was an end in sight to the cold and ice. Yesterday and today it started snowing again. And I say, enough is enough. It's the middle of March already! I'm hoping to write a proper post soon, but for now, thanks for tuning in. Over and out!
PS. On the flickr link (right) there are some pics of our super-fast trip to Hamburg/Bremerhaven to visit some museums and get out of the daily grind. We went last weekend and very much enjoyed the environmental educational "experience", Klimahaus, a multimillion dollar experiential journey. We also stopped in at miniature world, which had truly amazing miniature trains going through all kinds of terrain. Even a mother of sons found it fascinating!

There are days lately when I suffer strong yearnings for the climate of my childhood, and its associated sensations - sub-tropical Australia in all its glory. Of course, I'm talking about the heat. Not just any heat: not dry, scorching Melbourne heat, but the humid, sticky muffled heat that is Brisbane in summer. All the windows and doors of the house open to let in the breeze, and the deafening nighttime sound of cicadas in the bush as darkness decsends. Waking up in the morning and going outside in your pyjamas and bare feet, and feeling the day heating up again, feeling the sun on your skin, and sensing the whole humming jungle around you "revving up" for the extreme temperatures of the day to come. When it does rain it buckets down, with big, warm drops and thunder and lightning, making little rivers on the dirt and mini-craters on the surface of the pool in the back yard. Just that little bit, I'm longing for the concrete that burns the soles of your feet as you scurry over the carpark to the shops, the smell of melting bitumen, and the lazy afternoons as you wait for darkness and possibly, a bit of cool relief. Dodging the cane toads (yes! even the cane toads) when you go out at night, the sound of the sprinkler on the lawn. The blady grass that grows like mad after rain and you wonder how anyone could ever tame its enthusiasm for taking over the garden. The jacaranda flowers and frangipani flowers that you string together into squidgy necklaces during lunchbreak at school.

That is what I remember of Brisbane when I was little. Moisture and humidity and succulent forest. For some reason (and I'm not going into speculation about global warming here), my adult years saw a great deal of heat with not enough rainfall, and Brisbane seemed to turn into a drier, more barren landscape, of which I remember getting caught barefoot in lawns full of bindi princkles, and brown, crunchy, drought-like terrain. A fight for survival in the garden, where no amount of watering can save the wilting plants. This shift in my memories of the sensations of living in Brisbane could be something about idealizing childhood, I guess, or the fact that we moved house when I started Uni, from a gully to a hilltop locale, which although was very scenic, was basically built on rock, and not good for developing luscious landscapes.

These childhood sensations come as flashbacks to me now. I wake up in the night and long for those cicada sounds; the humming bush; the fluid, enveloping humidity. My wishing for these sensations is getting stronger lately, I think partly because we haven't been in Oz for over two years, but mainly because of the extreme cold affecting this part of the world. We have spent the last 3 months in sub-zero wintery conditions, and the last few weeks with an outdoor temperature of minus 15, give or take. Whenever you go outside you are restricted by layers and layers, and you scuttle from one location to another without stopping to let your toes freeze. Indoors the central heating is working overtime and dries out the air, so that everyone is parched and static, with cracked lips and drying sinuses. So I find myself lying awake , scheming about somehow getting plane flights to the other side of the world, just so that I can feel that moist air, put on a light dress, and go through the screen door onto the brick patio barefoot, to watch the gathering electrical storm of an afternoon.

I also find myself pondering how important it is for my kids to feel and associate with these same climate-related sensations. And have realised that they will have a totally different suite of feelings they associate with their childhood, and which they could feel homesick for, if they end up living in some tropical climate as adults. Because they are children of Northern Europe. They will remember the brisk air as they come out of the house, snap-freezing nose hairs and the cold like needles on their cheeks; the puddles of ice and water they traipse into the corridor when they come home. Awe and excitement when they wake up in the morning and look outside and see fat snowflakes slowly sliding downward. The crunch of the snow beneath their boots, and the way that you can take a run up and slide along the pavement when it's iced over. The absolute silence and solitude of Kūgures when you trudge over the snow and into fields by yourself - everything soft and white and muffled for miles. Breaking off icicles for "snow shashliks", and making snow angels, and the cosiness of coming into the house with the fire in the grate. The feeling of gratitude and joy of seeing the springtime approaching, and the wonder of finding the first small green shoots and snowbells peeking out from under dry, crackly leaves... their sensations will be different, but surely just as powerful, and just as strongly feel like "home": and I realise that it's all good. Different place, different time.

Don't you love those classic kindy photos. Reminds me of my kindergarten photo from 1977, except in my one my teacher was smiling, and we had an octopus in the background - one with legs made of ladies' stockings stuffed with newspaper. For those of you who can't see Mikus, he's the cutest one - with a big cold sore...

So what else do you do in this kind of freezing weather on the weekend? Find the longest track of polished ice you can, of course, and go sliding down it on your bum, on your belly, or sitting on a sack, or sitting on your brother, or on a sled... whatever.

Well it's been a while - I've not blogged in ages, part of the reason being the all-pervading darkness, which was my last substantial post, and partly because there's been NO TIME, as per usual, and lastly - probably because I've got nothing to say.  Or to be more precise: I've felt mean spirited and haven't wanted to share my life on the internet.  Not that anyone forces me to do so, but these blog efforts are usually directed in a "form letter" format for those friends and family who we don't see as often as we'd like, and lately, I just haven't felt like informing everyone as to what I'm thinking, and what we're doing.  So - sorry. I'm back on it now. 

Tonight I have a spare minute to write because Tiss is doing homework, and Jem and Mikus are off at a kiddie gymnastics lesson, first time for Mikus.  Not sure how it is going to go, and whether it is the right thing to be doing for Mikus, because of his leg and the need to protect it - but we've decided to give gentle gymnastics a go, mainly because Mikus is ADMANT that he needs to do a sport, and has been hassling me daily for the last six months about wanting to start doing a sport of some kind.  Finding any sport for 4 year olds here in Riga is a challenge, it was pretty much a choice between swimming (did it last year and quit after Mikus got blue lips every week from the cold, cold pool); folk dancing (what kind of a sport is that?); karate (um.... NO) and gymnastics.  We have got Mikus to agree that he will be cool about NOT doing certain exercises if they put too much strain on his leg, and are hoping that this will be the active sporty stuff that Mik so obviously needs.

Christmas passed in a colourful blur, with festive events held at Kūgures, our annual Ķekatas foray in Rīga where we went from house to house in a traditional Latvian version of Halloween, and new year's eve spent at a friends' place.  The kids were thoroughly spoiled, as is the usual for Christmas, and this year Jem and I bought a schmiko SLR digital camera as our combined present.  So if nothing else, there should be some good photos to put up on the blog from now on. I've posted a couple of Christmas pics below, still taken with our old point-and-shoot.

Now we are back into the daily grind of work and school and kindy and fencing lessons and Saucējas rehearsals and house building.  The last few weeks the winter has changed from being warm and dark to the opposite - FREEZING and WHITE.  Like the rest of Europe, we have been hit with mountains of snow and sub-zero temperatures, and although it is a pain (literally) to go outside for any extended period of time, it has made life more interesting and, dare I say, exotic lately.  The skies are often blue, and weekends have been spent sledding and crunching through the snow, and most importantly - I am now getting to fully enjoy the other Christmas present Jem made me.  Something I have searched for in music stores and online shops for the last couple of years with no success - a pair of HEADPHONE EARMUFFS.  Seems like a natural combination, no?  But there don't seem to be any commercial versions, so Jem had to get creative and make me a pair.  And my, are my ears toasty when walking to work in minus 10 degrees!