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Hotter than anything

There comes a time when you run out of superlatives, hotter than anything I can think of.  Of course, I chose the wrong day to try and paint a chair - the paint was literally drying on the paintbrush.  This is a chair known as the telephone chair that my sister bought shortly after she got married in the 1970s.  I think she said she sent away to the Observer to buy it (before on line was even conceived).  It has the original 70s brown paisley covers and the foam is all lumpy but I still love the lines of the chair.  Sometime in the 80s it passed to my late sister who then gave it me when she went off gallivanting to the US.  I had it in the corner of my sitting room in Stoke Newington and would sit in it when I talked to my mum on the telephone on Sunday mornings hence it was known as the telephone chair evermore.  Even my kids, who have little conception of sitting in a fixed spot to reach the fixed line call it the telephone chair.  Anyway, it's been sitting in storage for a few years and I thought it was time it was resurrected.

Yesterday I semi tidied the garage and unpacked all the dvds.  It was like welcoming back old friends and I felt kind of nostalgic for the days before streaming when we would cosy up with our favourite tv series.

The youngest drove home to Sydney yesterday afternoon at our urging to avoid risk of the road being closed.  I was relieved to have her safely home with one less human to worry about.  

One of my oldest friends have evacuated to Kiami with her dogs and rugs and I really hope her house in Kangaroo Valley survives the night.

 

Preparedness

I could write at length about the tone deafness of our politicians but it just gives me some hope that people are so angry with our PM.

In happier news some good things in the new year:

• My nephew and his family got a 7 month old rescue brown lab for Christmas.  I was about to quit Facebook but am just hanging on a little longer for the puppy spam.
• I went to see Little Women which I loved.  It has a fair chunk of Good Wives in it too and I loved this adaptation so much that I think it will join the pantheon of films which uplift me when times are tough.
• If I have not said so before, I am in love with my robo-vac.  He gave the cat a fright yesterday bustling up behind him but his busy little route around my house is fantastic.

I am not feeling good about the return to work but I have had a lovely time at home and feel very positive about the order in my life which attending to household tasks has given me.

The father of my children called me twice to tell me of his bushfire evacuation plans so I could assure my very anxious children.  He has the lake to jump into as a last resort.  I am preparing a go bag, not because I feel in any kind of imminent danger but to be prepared.  Honestly, given the house and contents are insured, and I can't take my paintings, I think having our personal safety is the only thing to worry about.