Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Housekeeping IV: Fire-making (seasonal)
Easy to see where dance comes from
Italian-tiled first fire!
Be careful what you wish for. It's one of the better clichés.
Perhaps on account of my US nostalgia, I have been wishing for winter. It's still May. Autumn - and it came. Sorry people. But it was winter when we were in the US and I miss it. Then again, I love our first fire! First fire of the year it was, the night before last. We had another fire last night.
Suddenly it's freezing! as if a decision to freeze had been made in some well-insulated ante-chamber. Suddenly the temperature is in single digits from a balmy 16. Chicago all over.
I would have posted immediately but I temporarily misplaced the camera, then I couldn't get the camera, once found, to import the fire photos - fair enough. Dangerous thing, fire. Then it worked.
Yesterday I resorted to a beanie and gloves inside. I couldn't type in gloves so I had the afternoon off the log in a bog, or took the gloves off, which I did after about ten minutes because I can't actually stop writing. I would have taken a photo of myself in the beanie - of course - for the blog, but then decided I didn't want you guys to see me in my beanie.
Back in the wool today, less gloves, and I want to say that a beanie and Mum's red possum jumper make a very snug study. Mum's red possum jumper, the colour of fire, finished in a rush for the US trip late last year. Possum wool, the latest enviro product. Very soft. I would take a picture...