Monday, November 9, 2009
I had been chatting breezily about the weather after my previous post but I am now a woman weathered-out.
It could be too many years living in cooler climes, or simply because this house needs one doozy of a renovation to make it more house-like and less tent-like (think more insulation, less holes). Although I hate to admit it, (it seems somehow wholly un-Australian), I am a GREAT, BIG, SUMMER WIMP.
We’re barely halfway through spring and everything’s come over heatwave. My legs are still the attractive pale-to-blue tinge: one remaining reminder of a winter past. Me walking down the street only contributes to the bright, white, sunlight glare and has people wincing, ducking their heads under hatted shade, seeking solace in darkened places.
Even though there are a whole lot of you living to the left of me where things are much hotter and intend to stay that way for almost forever, (if only the next week), I’m thinking some proactive southerly migration. If the Bickford’s Lime Cordial doesn’t kick in with excellent cooling effect, it’s the real estate section of the newspaper.
I’m thinking igloo. I’m thinking sea view.