Ganeida's Knots

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about. ~ Oscar Wilde because Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.~ Hans Christian Andersen

You know what I have noticed this morning?  And yesterday morning?  It's cool.  There is a slight breeze ruffling the waters of the bay & the air has a sting to it ~ an autumn sting. People, we are in January.  January. January is hot & muggy ~ stinkin' hot, sweat running like a river muggy.  It is days of breathless heat under a white hot sky broken at last by thunderstorms ripping apart the sky & torrential downpours.   
  

January ~ & here I sit in a cardi thinking I'm still not quite warm enough. Already the new year is well under way.  School goes back this week ~ well, not for us.  I refuse to start before February.  Silly to do a couple of days school & then break for Australia Day.  What was the government thinking?  Hard enough to get a routine going without stupidities of that sort.  And Star & I need this month.  All of it.  If only so the child has enough time to suggest she is thinking of going to stunt school...doing trampoline gymnastics [phuleeese!]...& that her mother should "Man up" when it comes to mice.  Biological impossibility, m'dear.

I have a pretty full house again & no~one's got any money. I have 2 semi~vegetarians & 3 carnivores ~ 5 if you count the cats.  I've never yet been able to convince a cat to give up red meat.  The sludge from the Brisbane river is swirling down through the passages & leaving wide brown streaks across the bay. It has been like this for a week & I sit here thinking, I really don't want to deal with this year, you know.  Everywhere I look there is so much pain, so much suffering, so many hurting people.  It is overwhelming but giving up is not an option.  I should think less.  Each day has troubles enough of its own.

That is the other thing, perhaps the biggest thing.  After nearly 8 weeks of constant & unmitigated rain, glowering skies, wet misery, we finally have sunshine & blue skies.  Star & I need a chance to enjoy just a little bit of that before the round of rehearsals, schoolwork, & violin lessons begins again; a chance to sit in God's sunshine & drink in the clean air, grub in the earth, let the sun fizz through our veins like bubbly.  And I am off to do just that ~ oh, & plant my beans.  Planting beans gives me so much pleasure.