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I'll stop the world and melt with you

For once I have remembered to note that it's my blog's birthday. I first posted on 31st January 2005. That's nine years of blogging. 1 657 entries, counting this one. That's one every 1.98 days, if the weather hasn't robbed me of my tiny vestiges of mathematical ability. People have posted 10 732 comments. The longest hiatus in posting has been the ten days or so in July 2011 while I was in hospital with my feet exploded. I think it's fair to assume that I quite like writing stuff, for some reason. Or am actually addicted to words. Or uncommonly cussed. Probably all three.

Cape Town is having heatwaves. I think it's almost allowed to, usually they come in February and that's ... in a few hours, now. (Alas January. I'm sure there was something else I was planning to do with you, but oh well). Be that as it may, today was ungodly, stinking, improbable hot. This is something of a continuing theme: this weekend the foot pedal on my sewing machine inconveniently burst into smoke and melted plastic in the middle of a skirt reconstruction, so possibly Hell is closer to the surface than usual. I spent the only tolerable hour or two this afternoon sitting in the living room (in the middle of a power cut, for some reason - Capetonians, turn off your aircon. It isn't fair that you have it when I don't) with my feet in a bucket of water and ice. Turns out this reduces my swollen ankles immediately and dramatically, which is useful, as the combination of heat and running round conducting orientation for four days gives me puffy feet like whoa and dammit. I can't even blame the DVT, they used to do this while I was running roleplaying cons and SCA events, years before my leg inconveniently exploded on the way to Australia. I don't like this weather. Have you noticed?

Fortunately, given the heat, the Revenge of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Army of Reconstruction has finished the remodelling of the front wall and departed for points unknown, which means we don't have to deal with dust as well as heat in that sort of misguided fake Western movie fashion. They have left behind a rather spanky carport and pristine section of new wall in addition to the traditional blasted heath which always attends their efforts. Viz.:


I thumb my nose in the general direction of the hadeda aerial bombardment of my car, now frustrated. Hah!

I know "I'll stop the world" from Nouvelle Vague, for whom I have a somewhat unbecoming passion quite apart from their bossa nova version of this song, which has an insidiously beautiful lyric line. I do vaguely know the Modern English original (quite a fun music video, despite o lord the 80s), but it's not a patch on the cover.
Waves and waves of heat waves...
I want to try your ice bucket feet thingy…last night my resident German bought me a foot bucket but neglected to put the ice in it. After suffering through 3 weeks of relentless heat waves (we had 4 days over 40 one week, but generally we are getting 3 days up around 38 per week)…with no air-conditioning I have the following observations: a) Australia is in fact a hot country (its taken me 10 years to acknowledge this as apparently I was living in the only mercifully cool part of it) b) if one has no air-conditioning one should not be unemployed but rather seek a cooling workplace…where one can be comfortable…and paid c) watching 2 or even 3 movies at the cinema in one day to escape the heat is totally acceptable d) there is only so long one can linger in art galleries, museums and supermarkets before being moved on for loitering e) bats, koalas, possums and other critter can fall out of trees when lacking in moisture, kind of explains all the buckets people have put out in the parks. I sincerely hope this heat will not be moving west, wishing you a frosty February…and happy blog anniversary :-)
Re: Waves and waves of heat waves...
I am a huge fan of the icebucket foot thingy, it's weirdly effective and rather pleasant. Although the cats do look at me funny. Movie theatres are a good idea. I am promising myself that if this weekend is hellish hot again I'll go and see Frozen, which should be cooling on a number of levels. It's that, or re-play Skyrim.

Best of luck with the heat-survival, may we none of us melt completely.