It’s about 10 degrees hotter than it should be. And has been. And it’s not good. My brain has turned to mush, and has rendered me useless to the universe! Sure, we have a portable aircon, but step away from it’s cool stream of air, and I need to sit down again!
The kids dont like it, much, either..
There is relief on the way, I hear. And the radar shows lovely big splodges coming our way, but I will believe it when I see it! Even the cat has had enough, and has begun a new regime of napping, sleeping, napping some more, before a sleep. Upside down.
Or, under my belly, which is huge, but apparently very comfortable. A sort of Kitty-Shiatsu setup, if you like.
So apparently, we live in a ‘Bushfire Prone Area’ and the local schools are all on the ‘Red Warning Closure List’ – good thing I send my kids to a school 3 suburbs away, in a NON prone area! However, it does mean we have to have a Bushfire Plan, which even though we are only halfway thru re-writing, were told to ‘Activate’ that plan yesterday. Now, can I just point something out? It’s SPRING. We aren’t even in summer yet. We’ve just had record-smashing temperatures for November, and I am over it already!
Oh, our plan? It’s this: Buy a trailer. Pack trailer for camping. Have it sitting in the carport, ready to go. Have list of ESSENTIALS, that we pack the day before, and leave. Yup. Yellow-bellied cowardly LEAVING. This isnt my house, I wont stay to protect it. The plan is to Get out, find a friend’s garden, and camp. I’m no hero. Black Saturday sent that message home loud and clear.
Anyway,
Knitting? Fail. Utter fail. Too hot to think. I have moments of motivation, and cast something on, only to realise that I am incapable of even a simple K2P2. I think we will leave that for the Too Hard Pile for now!
Blogging has taken a back seat, too. My computer is back to it’s optimal condition (no thanks to Apple) but it’s too hot to sit here and tap away in a dark room. It’s also really hard to post about anything interesting (ie, anything I WANT to post) without sharing personal information. Because my ex LOVES stalking me here, and other places, so I have to keep Mum on everything. Hi Wasband! if you are reading this, it’s time to go buy another cask of wine. You must be running low. I only say this, because only a true arsehole would wait until their ex wife is heavily pregnant, to ring up, threaten and abuse her and her partner, with things like ‘OMG I AM GOING TO BANKRUPT YOU’ – too late sunshine, you very nearly did. When I left you. Anyway, you can piss off, and eat a bag of.. anyway!
So while life is filled with exciting things like preparing for a birth, a baby, and christmas, and birthdays, and first lost tooths, and zoo visits, and friends, and work, and laughter, and food, and wonderful things, I cant say much. You’ll just have to take my word for it!
