Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
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I got really, really anoyed about Sunday Newspapers – see http://bloggingtownsville.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-most-shamefull-addiction.html
I spent the weekend sweltering in the heat FORTY TWO POINT FIVE DEGREES AT 3PM TODAY GOD ALFXXKINGMIGHTY and suffering from the flu in that voluble way only men can.
Oh, Island View, same here — you should see the Adders Sunday rag today, all about Mike Rann’s alleged sex life. Like anyone cares. Or even wants to think about it. Ew.
More productively, I marked an okay Honours thesis, read two-thirds of an okay crime novel, did a lot of useful shopping, had a big girly chat with my BFF, and got started on the Christmas pudding.
There is very very faint tinge of smoke in the air, that you can’t actually smell, probably from the fires in Gunnedah which are now under control. Its hot but with bothe front and back door open a cool breze goes through the flat. (Got safety doors so there’s nothing to worry about. Will watch Darwin and samson & Delilah on ABC 1 tonight.
Saturday, finished note-taking from John Barker’s Boston Diary, British in Boston 1774-1776. Started taking notes from the 1775/6 part of Ezra Stiles, Literary Diary. Stiles was a Congregational Minister from Newport Rhode Island, who wrote down virtually everything he heard, was told or saw aboyr the American War of Independence so he’s very useful. Bit of time on-line. Bull-dozers, trucks etc tearing up my bushland paddock, now all wired off with a large fence to keep everyone oput. A Bunning’s is being built. No more horses to talk to or feed carrots. Am not very happy. Ordinary TV.
Sunday. Same as Saturday, but the earth-movers have gone for the day. They will start about 6.30 am tomorrow and work up to 6 at night, non-stop. Poor buggers.
A very long time ago, a Buddhist monk wanted to atone for his sins, and decided that he should do seven waking years of solemn meditation.
However, after five sleepless years, he was so weary he didn’t think he could go on without shutting his eyes. His eyelids were becoming heavier, and heavier and heavier…
Detemined not to be defeated by his weak human nature, the monk plucked out all his eyelashes and threw them on the ground. Their burden thus lightened, his eyes were refreshed, and he competed the last two years of meditation without sleep.
Many centures later, in 1823, an Englishman – Major Robert Bruce – discovered tea bushes growing wild on the plains of Assam in north-east India. Legend has it that these bushes had sprung up from the monk’s eyelashes.
And this is why tea is “the drink that refreshes”.
From the Australian Women’s Weekly, December 9, 1964, and I’m having a cold G&T.
Drift smoke in very hot weather can be a worry Paul but if, as in your case, it has no smell it has traveled a long way. The worst addition to extreme heat is strong wind. I like your choice for the box tonight; me too. Down here the heat was replaced with an inch of rain and very pleasant temp. Global cooling already! Ha ha.
I gave my Deerhounds a clip to combat the heavy grass seed year caused by the sudden rain cut-off and then extreme heat bringing on multiple weeds and grasses all seeding as one.
Grace I loved reading the comics from the Women’s Weekly by Emile Mercier in the 40’s. Super Dooper Man and Tripalong Hoppity my favorites.
In the background I can hear the Mike Rann sex saga being ramped up bigtime. PC during my many trips to SA recently, I was reminded of how parochially your local press seemed to me as a 30yr visitor to your otherwise beautiful State.
Handwatered a bit in my garden today for the first time after last week’s lovely rain. Amazing how quickly things dry up here. As I often do I pondered the madness of water restriction rules rather than outright rationing per capita. Those of us with rainwater tanks, who have one minute showers, wash up at strategic intervals and re-cycle laundry rinsing water could then use our discretion about what to do with any surplus we saved. Vegetable gardens, tubs, pots, flowering shrubs and trees will very important for civic morale if the water and climate scenario becomes as grim as predicted.
grace
a young friend visited Thailand several years ago as a Year 11 “exchange” student, living with a Thai family and attending school. She quickly learnt basic Thai and after a while was able to gossip… Then became interested in Buddhism and found a local monk who talked with her every week.
One afternoon she asked him why his eyebrows were shaved off.
“So people can’t see that I raise my eyebrows when a pretty girl walks past.”
hahaha…lovely
Zorronsky, I lived in Victoria for 18 years and the Victorian press seemed to me equally parochial — at least Adders, unlike Melbourne, KNOWS it’s not the centre of the universe!
But parochiality is largely in the eye of the beholder, I reckon. Certainly it’s made worse by the fact that there’s only one SA paper and it’s a tabloid. Plus it’s, like, excruciatingly bad.
I gather Perth is even worse.
Yeh but. There is always Freo, and the pipeline. You have to have been born in WA to know what that means PC….Adelaide was always only the landing point, and the dumping ground….
Cool change, cool change. Come on you bastard.
Fremantle Doctor – ask Bolt to esplain.
got down and dirty in the garden but the bbq was a fizzer which is what happens when you let someone else organise, still dinner was yummy and just spent 2 hours watching a trash movie and eating ice cream. would like to know where the rain went but the coolish change is welcome. Grace I suspect Bolt would blame so leftie green scientist for the freaky weather
oh and the magicians fixed the internet
Cool rain in Vic, 27mm where we live, after a very dry 5 weeks; but not quite the heat waves of parochial Adelaide.
Great day yesterday. Went to Farmers Market then the Stirling Market. An absolute mass of seedlings of all kind edible, non edible & decorative incl a couple more native plants.
Cooked a Morrocan goat tagine in my tagine (tagine is both the cookpot and the stew.) The goat forequarter chops were from a feral goat and hence not “goaty.”
Read about the East Anglia hacking conspiracy. How desperate the denialists must be!
Demi is improving and I would have taken her to the trial last Saturday week but it was too bloody hot: gee I thought AGW was a fallacy? Bolter said so.
” Adelaide was always only the landing point, and the dumping ground….”
I doubt Colonel William Light would have agreed with that and neither do I, Grace.
Sorry to interrupt, but this is just too delightful not to link to…
M. Zenger, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and from my wife’s bottom also.
MAMMA