The weather is so warm for winter, BOM is claiming it will be the warmest August on record with temperatures for the next week being 12° above average.
It is actually early arvo as I have just come back from my Seniors club birthday lunch (the club’s birthday) 62 years old today… It was a very good lunch, the leagues club gives us $1000 subsidy toward our lunch.
I am very full.
Might go and spray the clover in my lawn this arvo, need some exercise to digest the food.
Take care everybody, have a great Friday,the weekend beckons…
Good morning - I thought I’d be opening the curtains to a grey rainy day but no, there is sunshine. Maybe not for long. Some fairly strong gusts of wind. I has been raining overnight. The temperature at 8.40 a.m. is 17ºC.
A ride along to the pharmacy to pick up supplies if the rain holds off (otherwise drive). Our daughter will be here later and we’ll be going to the pub at lunchtime. No plans after that.
wet wet wet is the weather report here today, it certainly has changed from a few days ago.
At least next door who are having a house extn built have not this morning woken me up with banging of a hammer.
Good morning! The humidity has broken for the first time in three months, which is our first sign of fall. Skies are blue and my morning run was not as oppressive as it usually is.
Congratulations to your club, Bruce. Commitment and endurance are definitely reasons to celebrate these days!
I am back from Kansas where I spent a week in my parents’ nearly empty house, sprucing it up for sale. Two solid days of trimming overgrowth, getting the grass mowed and fertilized, and planting fall flowers nearly did me in, but I set aside the evenings to drive around my ancestors farm town and look through the last cartons of photos and letters still stored in the last storage closet. It was a bittersweet few days, but it was thoroughly satisfying to bring my long-gone family back to life.
Even though it was good to travel a little space and time, it is good to be home (with furniture), even though I spent a rough night under a pile of happy dogs who apparently think they have to keep me in place by heaping themselves on top of me.
It’s catch-up day; laundry, deep cleaning, and a trip to the dog park.
It is an odd feeling visiting the places you grew up, everything seems so much smaller than you remember it, or at least that was my experience when I visited my childhood haunts in England.
Bittersweet is the perfect word to describe the experience.
I am not sure exactly where Kansas is in the US but it sounds like cowboy country (like Oklahoma)
Kansas is smack dab in the middle of the country, comprised mostly of wide-open plains and low-rolling hills withi scattered farm towns, large cattle ranches, and wheat farms. It is indeed cowboy country; the towns lie north south and have wide streets that once accommodated the cattle drives from Texas to the stockyards and trains to the north. My great-great grandpa was a U.S. marshal in the area.
