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Crazy Days
It’s been the strangest of times in the Serpent’s Lair. This has been the mildest of summers according to the usual Oz standards. Of course there has been the obligatory string of 40 Celsius days but this time in dribs and drabs rather than several soul sapping strings of the things several days in a row.
We have had the second highest rainfall on record (i.e. In the last 150 something years. 40,000 years of unwritten weather records do not count here) this month where the usually driest of rivers overflowed their banks.
The ginger, turmeric and general assortment of weeds in the serpent’s garden were very happy with this unexpected downpour and it saved a week of watering by hand.
What’s really crazy was slinking out in the garden at night over the last week wondering what on earth the most magnificent of floral fragrances could be. It smells suspiciously like orange blossom but that cannot be remotely possible because those are in October (and July for the last few years) and anyway there were no pretty little white flowers to be seen on the tree. That was until today when I noticed that there are indeed lots of them but all on the west facing wall which cannot be seen from within. Now that is seriously freaky.
It’s been a culture vulture feast on steroids. The giant Fringe Binge ended last weekend but then this week there was the annual writer’s festival which was another occasion for sensory overload.
A nasty 40 degree day got tossed in the mix on Saturday but it is surprising how even on such a sizzling stinker of a day, it is still comfortably cool in the shade of a magnificent Moreton Bay fig tree.
In spite of all the wonderful events going on, this serpent spent far too much of the month in a state of crazy flaky absentmindedness. Less forgetfulness and more a lack of ability to be in the present moment. Which sucks when there were so many magic moments.
A lot of it could be attributed to simple sensory overload. Between real life stuff and ridiculous piles of fascinating Goblin Porn on Twitter, it was a severe case of information overload.
Came across an updated version of Dave Allen’s “Getting Things Done”. This one is called “Making it all work” found in the usual source of tasty morsels at the charity shop where I work as a volunteer on Mondays. Will definitely need to adopt some ideas from this book in order to sort out the scrambled eggs in the serpent skull.
So so many books and so little time. “Look who’s back” and “Inside Putin’s Russia” are also clambering for attention.
March is going to be the month to introduce a new habit that never quite worked when trying it in January. Decided that 400 words every day might be more achievable than 400 every morning.
By the time Camp Nanowrimo rolls around in April, this new habit should be on autopilot and 600 words per day should not be too much of an extra effort. But about what? That is the question.
We have had the second highest rainfall on record (i.e. In the last 150 something years. 40,000 years of unwritten weather records do not count here) this month where the usually driest of rivers overflowed their banks.
The ginger, turmeric and general assortment of weeds in the serpent’s garden were very happy with this unexpected downpour and it saved a week of watering by hand.
What’s really crazy was slinking out in the garden at night over the last week wondering what on earth the most magnificent of floral fragrances could be. It smells suspiciously like orange blossom but that cannot be remotely possible because those are in October (and July for the last few years) and anyway there were no pretty little white flowers to be seen on the tree. That was until today when I noticed that there are indeed lots of them but all on the west facing wall which cannot be seen from within. Now that is seriously freaky.
It’s been a culture vulture feast on steroids. The giant Fringe Binge ended last weekend but then this week there was the annual writer’s festival which was another occasion for sensory overload.
A nasty 40 degree day got tossed in the mix on Saturday but it is surprising how even on such a sizzling stinker of a day, it is still comfortably cool in the shade of a magnificent Moreton Bay fig tree.
In spite of all the wonderful events going on, this serpent spent far too much of the month in a state of crazy flaky absentmindedness. Less forgetfulness and more a lack of ability to be in the present moment. Which sucks when there were so many magic moments.
A lot of it could be attributed to simple sensory overload. Between real life stuff and ridiculous piles of fascinating Goblin Porn on Twitter, it was a severe case of information overload.
Came across an updated version of Dave Allen’s “Getting Things Done”. This one is called “Making it all work” found in the usual source of tasty morsels at the charity shop where I work as a volunteer on Mondays. Will definitely need to adopt some ideas from this book in order to sort out the scrambled eggs in the serpent skull.
So so many books and so little time. “Look who’s back” and “Inside Putin’s Russia” are also clambering for attention.
March is going to be the month to introduce a new habit that never quite worked when trying it in January. Decided that 400 words every day might be more achievable than 400 every morning.
By the time Camp Nanowrimo rolls around in April, this new habit should be on autopilot and 600 words per day should not be too much of an extra effort. But about what? That is the question.
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As for your summer, I think Perth did a sneaky swap and stole our Sydney summer and replaced it with Perth's. It has been a horrendous summer for us. It has been hot, hot, hot since December and none of the southerly changes made much of a difference for very long and of course being Sydney the humidity is always awful. This last week has been sweet relief with cooler, cloudy weather. In February the retailers ran out of fans and not a fan was to be had across the city.
Totally Troppo
As they say - if it quacks like a duck and smells like a duck then it likely is a duck. I just assumed it was not possible being the wrong time of year. With the wacky weather these days anything is possible. I got the bedroom window open to let in the breeze and can smell the pretty critters right now.
Is Murraya the same plant as the curry tree that has black berries? You have to fry the leaves to get the curry fragrance. Otherwise they smell sort of like a car engine.
Last night we got the sky show - rain, lightning, thunder and the works. it was so disgustingly muggy and still is so today.
A couple of weeks ago I did have reason to think that your claim is totally correct. we were getting rain and wacky coolish weather and you poor folks in Sydney got to sizzle. I heard a story on RN about the shortage of fans.
I have often heard about how icky sticky muggy Sydney can be. Is that all year round or just in summer?
But the folks I really felt sorry for were in SA. Not only did they get the heat waves but yet again lost the electricity so aircon and fans were no use at any price. Then there was the worry about the contents of fridges and freezers. How safe before having to toss the food out and of course no possibility of nice cold drinks with lots of ice for cooling down.
Oz politics is getting decidedly nasty lately especially the drama concerning Centrelink and their sneaky Phishing expeditions basically punishing the people who actually managed to find paid work and then making them jump through hoops.
But it all seems so terribly tame in comparison to what is going on over the pond. In fact I'm beginning to think that Trumble got bitten by that mad dog and now has rabies. He has never been so belligerent since that famous phone call.
That damned Trump dog whistle has unleashed a legion of demons and creepy crawlies from every corner of the earth. Even sad, pathetic and failing ;} Colin Barnett has been bitten by the bug and is brown nosing to One Nation. I so hope that turns out to be the last nail in his coffin.
One week from now we will know.
Re: Totally Troppo
No the ickiness is felt mainly in summer. We can't avoid humidity as we're a coastal city but in Winter, early Spring and late Autumn you don't feel it. I like the feel of crisp, crystal clear sunny days in Winter. We have less rain in winter. Summer usually has more rain. It has been raining all last night and it's just starting to lighten up so if the sun comes out today it will be icky, even if it is cooler.
You're right about the awfulness of the local pollies. The silly thing is that their behaviour only encourages people who feel left behind to go to the loony parties popping up like mushrooms after the rise of the awful Trumpster. It amazes me that people, after seeing the behaviours of some of the shonky candidates for office flocking to the One Nation banner can even contemplate voting for the party.