A weekend away

A weekend away

The temperature went completely stupid here, with local temps laughing at 30 degrees as they danced towards and into the 40 degree zone. These are hell conditions. Dogs inside, air conditioner cranking, only venture outside when you have to conditions.

And I had to.

I went and visited my sister, jumping on a train for a two hour trip down to the Hawkesbury. Saw this out the window and now I want to know what that mysterious box is for.

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner

My sister has a vege patch and grows all sorts of stuff in it. When I was there she dug up her most recent crop – POTATOES! I cannot tell you how awesome it was to watch her shovel up load after load of potatoes from the ground. It was one of the best things I have ever seen. Here are some of the spoils of her crop:

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner

We had a good weekend. Our pseudo sister joined us for an early kind of birthday celebration – with my sister and I a week apart (and a few years), we tend to celebrate together. I made a cake, which was really a watermelon with yoghurt icing an a heap of fruit:

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner

Bright and early this morning, with temperatures predicted to hit at least 44 degrees, my sister drove me back home. And now as the heat fades into a storm, Zelda our anxiety hound is losing her shit as the thunder rises a sexual feeling in Harry, who is madly humping his bed. Scouty? She’s just watching TV and grinning at us all.

I’ve arrived home tired and sore. Nightmares came to play on the wee hours of Saturday morning, and it’s hard to shake this one. I hate them. I get that it isn’t real and it isn’t so much the content that bothers me, it’s the emotions and the sense of failed responsibility on my part. I have this ongoing internal battle with feeling like I should be able to protect and an overwhelming ache of utter uselessness. I’m working on this. Ongoingly. It sucks and it’s hard and it has been arousing more and more of these nocturnal terrors, but I have to tell myself it will be worth it.

It will be, won’t it?

Over to you. How was your weekend? Did you swelter?


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