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Sunday, February 22, 2009

A visit from the parentals



You will recall that the last time I updated the blog, I was complaining about how unbearably hot it was.

Then Mum and Dad arrived.

And it rained and rained and rained and rained. The temperature dropped by over 10 degrees, and we were subjected to some of the heaviest rainfall the region had seen for 35 years.

This has not helped my gut feeling that the end of the world is nigh....

My friends are beginning to get fed up about visits from my parents, as this is the third visit that has been marred by the weather.

'Not your parents again! Don't let them come! They make it rain!'

I'm not sure it's fair to blame global warming on mum and dad, but there might be something in it.

Despite all this, we tried to make the most of the family time holed up in the house that this afforded us, whilst also overcoming the urge to kill one another. We played some good board games, ventured out to eat, and went on lovely walks whenever there was a break in the cloud cover. Dad came and watched George play a blinder at basketball (36 - 6), and we all enjoyed the DVD of Anna's dance concert. Over and over again.

And now I have delivered them to the cruise ship Arcadia at Circular Quay, on which they will sail up the coast to Japan and Hong Kong, arriving home in 3 weeks.

I feel sad.

On the whole I feel pretty stressed when they are here. It's difficult having anyone stay in your house for long periods of time. And this visit comes pretty much straight after Andrew's parental visit. So we've had nearly 7 weeks of non stop visiting. And no matter how much you love them, it's quite stressful. It's not really the entertaining that is difficult, as everyone is very helpful - it's the inability to keep to your normal routine. I like my routine.

Then they leave, and you feel sad, and bad. You know you probably won't see them again for a year, maybe two. And you feel bad that you let yourself be irritated by them when they were here. You are plagued by fears about what might happen in the interim. They are not as young as they were. What if they get ill, or worse? And I argued with them about the washing and getting the meat out the freezer! How trivial all that will seem if this turned out to be the last time I saw them, God forbid.

The thing is, that wherever you live, however far away you are, your relationship with your parents is what it is. Just because you miss them, and love them, doesn't mean you no longer find the things that always annoyed you about them annoying. And vice versa. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, but, it seems, mainly while the absentees are actually absent....

Suffice to say. I love you mum and dad x

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Four seasons in one day...



It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes....

We need to talk about heat. Not the magazine....Because it is very hot. Like train track buckling and melting hot. I kid you not. I cannot walk on my deck without shoes on. My swimming pool is constantly calling out to me (and anyone who knows me well will tell you that I am not a person given to getting in swimming pools, unless I have drunk a great deal of alcohol and inappropriately removed all my clothing). I have been doing my housework in only my pants...

I know you are all seeing on the news about the heatwave in Australia and the deaths in the bush fires north of Melbourne. Thus far there have not been any serious fires in Sydney. Which is fairly unusual. The fact that our house backs onto National Park bushland where there have been fires before does not exactly inspire confidence, but you really have to accept it as a part of life in Australia.

By contrast there has been terrible flooding in some parts of Queensland, where a state of emergency has been declared and many people have lost their homes. And in Europe they are experiencing the coldest and snowiest winter for many years.

Don't you sometimes feel like we are watching the apocalypse?

Most of you will know that I am not exactly religious, but if I was, I would be thinking the end of the world was nigh. I might even have to get a sandwich board with that written on it and parade up and down the northern beaches. And I would, you know....if it wasn't so bloody hot.

On a slightly different tack (but still on the general theme of the end of the world is nigh, so allowable I feel), sometimes when I am watching daytime tv (I know...I can only blame myself) I do feel like maybe Sodom and Gommorah is alive and well in some states of America. Do they show the Maury Povich show on UK tv?? This is a show that is entirely about helping people prove who is the father of their child through DNA testing. Some of these women come onto the show up to 14 times testing various dreadful young men, who they swear they are 100% sure is the father of their child, only to hear - again - that he is NOT the father. Are they really saying they slept with 14 people that month? And if you had - would you want to go on the tv and tell the world about it??

Anyway - I digress. It's probably not fair to blame global warming on the loose morals of an American subclass who just want to get on tv.

We are told that the weather in our part of NSW is about to cool down by up to about 10 degrees and that we will be getting rain next week. This will bring the fear of bushfire down a few notches, but will make getting the washing done problematic.

Life is never perfect, is it?