Summer

Yesterday, at 3 pm, the weather stats for Katanning were:

Wed 15:00 WST

  • wind            S          4 kph
  • temp            34.5
  • dew point    31.2
  • feels like       56.0 (and how!)
  • rel humidity 83
  • fire risk           3
  • rain                 0

Yesterday was a very hot day, with the temperature reaching 34.5 C.  According to the report other factors made it feel as if it were actually 56.  It certainly was a scorcher. It was my first taste of what summer in the Great Southern will be like. They tell me to expect temperatures in the 40s before long. When I arrived here last March, people were already complaining of the cold, as the weather cooled down into autumn it was in the low to mid 20s, though I had found it quite warm. Yesterday was something else entirely. I set out to replenish the S-methoprene blocks in the shire streams, hoping to have it all done before the Christmas break, but I was beaten by the heat. It was pretty much impossible to be working outside. I should have gone out early in the morning, before the sun got too hot. In fact I decided to do so today, but that plan went awry too.

When I got home last night, I found my bluetongue bobtail on the lawn under the clothes line, looking perplexed. I wondered if the magpies had been harassing him, but he seemed unharmed. I fed him some snails and fruit from my tree. I had thought it was a plum but it turns out to be an apricot, I think. The fruit are pretty tasteless though. However Eric liked them, and ate one, but he rejected the piece of tomato I offered as well as the cooked cabbage. He really likes snails however and crunches them up with gusto. I spent a while searching out more from around the garden and he scoffed until he was full. Then he sat there staring at me for a while before meandering back into the shrubbery. Nice to know he is still there. Afterwards it occurred to me that I should have filmed him crunching snails, but I never thought of the camera at the time. I was probably not firing on all cylinders.

The evening was still very warm and so I decided to have a cold beer. I still have beer in the fridge from months ago – I drink it so rarely. It certainly went down well last night, and I used it to wash down the 8 pills I take before tea in the evening. Then I felt a little tired so I went for a lie down.

At 6.30this morning I awoke fresh and spry, having slept thru the night, though I vaguely recall getting up to pee at some point. And dreaming. I guess I slept for at least 12 hours. Is that what happens when one combines beer and fluoxetine? I am usually up with the daylight at 0500 so that was a surprise. I was a bit confused at first, especially when I tried to recall the evening before. It took a while for me to piece together the events after I left work, and fed Eric. It was the unusual sensation of hunger at that time of the morning that helped me to realise I had not eaten tea last night and in fact had crashed after the beer.

I feel good.

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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