The Furious Spinner

In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Heat

How do the indigenous Australians do it? We are dragging, and we're fortunate. We've got a cooling box in our window. Most people around here do not have any form of air conditioning because it didn't used to get this hot for any length of time. We got our AC when we lived on the other side of the mountains. Mario's parents came to visit one summer, sat in the hot apartment for a couple of hours watching our tiny black and white televison, then went out and bought us an AC and a color TV. That was about fifteen years ago.

What am I babbling about? Who cares about my consumer products? My brain is addled.

What have I been up to. Spending time at Linda's and/or arranging for people to come stay with her, so Serena can have some breaks. The rest of the time I am like a beached whale, just waiting for the rain to roll in. Or maybe fog. Something cool.

Before the heat set in, I went for a hike at Falling Creek. Yep. By my lonesome. Got up early and went. Needed it to soothe my aching soul. It was glorious.

We're camping downstairs tonight. I've been sleeping on the couch almost all week. Fitfully. I awaken and try upstairs. Then I awaken again and go back down to the couch. Mario is joining me. He's hauled Serena's bed out to my study and is sleeping underneath the AC. Romance is dead when it's this hot.

And so is creativity.

Last night I dreamed I was in Italy, and the proprietors of my hotel wouldn't let me back into my room. Room 11. I have this dream a lot. Always in another country. Can't get in my room or something's wrong with my room. Why am I telling you this uninteresting dream? See. Too hot.

We're off to the coast tomorrow to restore ourselves. See you on the flip side.

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