Summer Love

Summer love is like no other love
Oooh yeah-eah-eah
Summer love is like no other love
You know what I mean
Summer love is like no other lo-ove

Anyone remember this song, Summer Love? It was the first number-one hit for the Australian supergroup Sherbet of the 1970s, and band members Daryl Braithwaite, Tony Mitchell, Garth Porter and Clive Shakespeare certainly knew how to keep cool by leaving their shirts unbuttoned and chests bare!

 

sprinkler_04Cloudy skies are blown by with a breeze
And when that su-un shi-ines
Life comes easy
Bye bye troubles goodby-ye
I’m walkin’ with my head in the sky-y-y
See birds sailing in and out of blue
Oh when that su-un shines
I’ll be there with you-ou
When you bring your lovin’ to me-ee
Let your love come easy and free-ee
Yeah, Listen

I am in the somewhat lengthy process of reinvention, which requires me to ‘fall in love’ with myself in order to fulfil my potential, and live the best possible life. And, it’s not easy because sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don’t like all that I see.

Superficial as it may sound, my weight was one of the first things I needed to address, because a series of circumstances led me to cocoon myself and hide away from the world. It was Heartburn that literally got me motivated to makes some positive changes to my diet and exercise.

I now exercise nearly everyday for about an hour and pound out six kilometres or more on the treadmill. This might not sound like much to an Olympic athlete or even a reasonably fit adult but for the former couch potato that I was, it is pretty impressive.

I also exercise for mental health but this involves a leisurely stroll in the outdoors with the poochettes taking the time to enjoy the summer sunshine, blue skies, and be at one with the world. On Friday it was stiflingly hot and the poochettes, usually so eager to explore new surroundings, promptly plopped themselves down underneath a shady tree.

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It was from this vantage point that we spied ‘the sprinkler’ and made the acquaintance of two new friends, who wish to be known only as ‘the international students’. This clever couple, who are studying science and medicine at university, are very fast learners about the simple joys of summer and being saturated by a sprinkler.

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It seemed like a ideal photo opportunity so I got out my iPhone and snapped away! And, guess who could not resist photo bombing?

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Then my pre-digital brain had an idea, and I said to the ‘international students’, “you could make one of these shots into your own personal Christmas card. You can print out your favourite shot and paste them on red card and write you own special Christmas and New Year’s greeting messages.”

But then it occurred to me that this could be done electronically:

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Before parting, I reminded ‘the international students’ that the Street’s Beach at Southbank Parklands might have silicone sand but it’s refreshing, free, and only a bus ride away. And a trip on the train can take them to the major theme parks with plenty of ‘cool’ deals on offer.

Summer love is like no other love
Oooh yeah-yeah
Summer love is like no other love
Summer love is like no other lo-ove
Oo-ooh

 

3 Comments on Summer Love

  1. Robyna | the Mummy & the Minx
    December 2, 2015 at 6:00 pm (2 years ago)

    I LOVE summer but this heat is a bit much even for me. How gorgeous are your pooches and I adore that your new friends found some relief in the sprinklers. Wet grass has to be one of my favourite summer smells.

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  2. The Hipsterette
    December 3, 2015 at 7:04 am (2 years ago)

    Me too! And the older I get, the less tolerant I am to the heat!

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  3. Carolyn
    December 3, 2015 at 6:09 pm (2 years ago)

    Good on you, Inese, on your treadmilling and mental health walks. It’s hard to become active when the default position is inactivity. I’m owning up to that! But then you get into a routine and miss it if you don’t move. I remember that Sherbet album!

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