Leaving the mainland behind as the ferry heads for Coochiemudlo

Leaving the mainland behind as the ferry heads for Coochiemudlo Island

Hello all

My first grandchild Alice (11)

My first grandchild Alice (11)

The name of this post today was given to me by my granddaughter Alice (11). We were swimming in the sea on a small island called Coochiemudlo at the time.

Alice and her sister Violet (6) were so excited that this ‘old grandmother’ was swimming in the ocean with them, that they almost drowned me but … hey, to be loved so much that one is almost drowned because of it, is very special indeed!

Alice and Violet playing by the sea

Alice and Violet playing by the sea

As we frolicked and swam in the sea, Alice said to me: “Grandma, you will have to write a blog about this and call it ‘The Coochiemudlo Report.” I was amazed at this 11-year-old who is growing up and is so astute at times that she amazes me. “Of course Alice, I will do just that!”

Ta da … so here is the Coochiemudlo Report. Exactly as ordered by my granddaughter.

However, that was not the end of the conversation in the sea. No. I was telling Alice that I was a bit too old to be doing some of the things in the ocean that she suggested when she said: “But Grandma, you are not old! (how kind) you are only about forty aren’t you?”

Weelll … considering that her mother (my daughter) turned 40 last year this was a bit much and I reminded Alice of this fact. “Ooops” she said. “So Alice, it seems I must have been zero when I gave birth to your mother eh?”

There was much laughter but Alice still could not believe that I was actually 66 years old. Perhaps it is because of the fun that we have together? Perhaps it is because I am just a little bit “silly” and the girls love this. Let me explain my ‘silliness’ to you here in this Coochiemudlo Report.

We’d had a picnic lunch right near the beach and the adults were having a coffee/tea while the girls were coming and going, playing on the sand and swimming. Coochiemudlo (called ‘Coochie’ by the locals)  is such a great place for small children as it has a calm, shallow sea and picnic spots almost on the beach.

The girls were having fun finding pippi shellfish (Donax deltoides also known as : beach pipi, clam, Coorong cockle, eugarie,  pippie, ugari) at the ocean edge and I gave them a little container and a plastic bag to put them in as they played. However, it wasn’t enough just to play with them.

Violet concentrates on her Kit Kat  while guarding her plastic bag of pipies.

Violet concentrates on her Kit Kat while guarding her plastic bag of pipies.

It seemed that they wanted to take these little tasty morsels home to do ‘who knows what’ with and all of us were trying to tell them that they would die if they removed them (you can actually fry them in butter and eat them like mussels but we dared not suggest this!)

So I pointed to a sign nearby which read something like “Coochmudlo Island, the place to be” and I said to the girls: “See that sign there; underneath the writing it says in invisible ink: ‘Do not remove pippies from the beach!'” Alice can read so she tried in vain to find where this was written. No luck.

Violet (who cannot read) went right up close to the sign to find the magic writing. Now, as Violet does believe in magic she was more willing to believe that these words existed but Alice was far less trusting and said “Grandma, you are making that up!”

Now I ask you …  would a Grandma lie to her precious grandchildren? Well, yes she would … if she was a little bit silly and wanted to make a point. And once the point was made and all of us – adults and children alike – laughed our heads off, the pippies were eventually returned to the sea. Mother did help in the persuasion I might add.

Do you see what I mean about being ‘silly?’ It is imperative for an adult to teach her grandchildren that old age is not about becoming cranky. No. It is about having fun and being just a tad silly at times. Luckily, we are not their mothers!

If you bear in mind the sadness I have been feeling over losing my sister so suddenly, you can understand that the fun I have been having this week has actually been an antidote to this sadness which lies just under the surface of my life all the time.

Watching boys with a bird kite was delightful.

Snatching joy by watching boys with a bird kite

In fact, on Saturday Geoff and I were immersed in watching the powerful movie ‘Les Miserables’ at the Cinema when the character of Marius – the only survivor of the Barricade incident where the poor fight the rich – begins to sing: “There’s  a grief that can’t be spoken … the grief goes on and on.” Immediately this pulled at my heart strings and I knew this was ME.

This grief I feel over losing my sister is a grief that goes on and on. The time for speaking about it has mostly ended but I am still sad. Still, it doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t get on with my life and have fun. I know that Margaret would want that. The grief just lingers under the surface. I do have people I can share it with at times, but I also need to escape it at other times.

So dear friends, today as I look back at my enjoyable week I feel really blessed. I have seen, not one but two movies, I have met with three close girlfriends drinking coffee and talking the day away, had fun at my Book Club, visited baby Madeleine and Isaac (3) and had a lovely day by the sea with family.

Sometimes, when the time is right, one has to get up and keep moving. Joy doesn’t come by sitting around and feeling sorry for yourself. No. You have to start moving and then it can come right in the midst of your grief … when you least expect it.

The trick is to snatch JOY whenever you can …

The ferry waiting at 'Coochie"

The ferry at ‘Coochie’

Our lunch venue

Our lunch venue

Jelly fish exploration

Jelly fish exploration