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A Pickled Python
The sizzling summer has well and truly arrived in dreary Dursleyville, WA
The mercury reached at least 38 and there’s apparently another 3 or 4 more such days in store. So the only reason to get out of the serpent sack this morning was the zombie job. It was warm at 8 in the morning but a normal sort of day. By noon or so it had become quite hot. Not horrid in that so far it is a dry heat. Not icky sticky muggy which is the real hell. But still if you are not careful you can get sizzled. Especially the poor cricket players out in the field in the middle of the day. Sure they get paid loads of loot but it’s still barbaric to be out and about in the full glare of the midday sun.
After 3 or 4 days of that the lot of them will be melted or simply sizzled to a crisp especially the Barmy Army all the way from wet and wintry England
It’s prudent to abandon all plans for pottering about in the city. Will be lying low for a while and simply slinking about in the lair watering the weeds and trying to keep them from getting sizzled to a crisp. After one such hot spell lost a ten year old macadamia tree that had taken 8 years before finally delivering big fat juicy nuts. So no desire for the same thing to happen again
This is the time of year for all the Christmas art and craft markets. Tonight there was one in the city full of strange, weird and very expensive stuff. The Izzie slinks about mainly for the atmosphere and inspiration as they are full of arty creative critters. Was especially drawn to one stall with lots of hand made books and journals including one with a very creepy gothic lady bearing the intriguing title “The Dark Arts”. Some of the journals were even made from envelopes accumulated from assorted bills. Now that was seriously scary indeed but a very clever way of reusing stuff that would have otherwise ended up in landfill.
Her neighbour was selling strange jewelry also made of assorted recycled items like keys, beads and bits of spoons. Especially interesting were the little skulls. Some were black and others were white. Ever so innocently asked what they were made of. The black ones were horn and the white ones bones. How appropriate. They were very very tempting but resisted the urge. But it is interesting to see the sort of stuff out there
Maybe the inner muse will be inspired. She’s been a bit neglected since the end of November. Maybe another chocolate crawl might wake her up. In the meantime will be doing mundane stuff like tidying up the Lair, attempting to keep the weeds watered and alive over the next few days of hellish weather, snoozing and doing a rather big catch up on posts and such in Cyberia
The mercury reached at least 38 and there’s apparently another 3 or 4 more such days in store. So the only reason to get out of the serpent sack this morning was the zombie job. It was warm at 8 in the morning but a normal sort of day. By noon or so it had become quite hot. Not horrid in that so far it is a dry heat. Not icky sticky muggy which is the real hell. But still if you are not careful you can get sizzled. Especially the poor cricket players out in the field in the middle of the day. Sure they get paid loads of loot but it’s still barbaric to be out and about in the full glare of the midday sun.
After 3 or 4 days of that the lot of them will be melted or simply sizzled to a crisp especially the Barmy Army all the way from wet and wintry England
It’s prudent to abandon all plans for pottering about in the city. Will be lying low for a while and simply slinking about in the lair watering the weeds and trying to keep them from getting sizzled to a crisp. After one such hot spell lost a ten year old macadamia tree that had taken 8 years before finally delivering big fat juicy nuts. So no desire for the same thing to happen again
This is the time of year for all the Christmas art and craft markets. Tonight there was one in the city full of strange, weird and very expensive stuff. The Izzie slinks about mainly for the atmosphere and inspiration as they are full of arty creative critters. Was especially drawn to one stall with lots of hand made books and journals including one with a very creepy gothic lady bearing the intriguing title “The Dark Arts”. Some of the journals were even made from envelopes accumulated from assorted bills. Now that was seriously scary indeed but a very clever way of reusing stuff that would have otherwise ended up in landfill.
Her neighbour was selling strange jewelry also made of assorted recycled items like keys, beads and bits of spoons. Especially interesting were the little skulls. Some were black and others were white. Ever so innocently asked what they were made of. The black ones were horn and the white ones bones. How appropriate. They were very very tempting but resisted the urge. But it is interesting to see the sort of stuff out there
Maybe the inner muse will be inspired. She’s been a bit neglected since the end of November. Maybe another chocolate crawl might wake her up. In the meantime will be doing mundane stuff like tidying up the Lair, attempting to keep the weeds watered and alive over the next few days of hellish weather, snoozing and doing a rather big catch up on posts and such in Cyberia