When I am not really thinking about what to call my blog posts, my mind wanders. Hot, Cold, Thermometer, Temperature, Up, Down: and there you go. The TAA advertisement from long, long ago. And would you believe it is on The YouTube? Of course it is.
I am not sure whether I was, or desperately wanted to be and was not, a member of The TAA Junior Flyer Club. All I remember is that we knew "With Ansett, You chance it". You have to say it to rhyme.
Well, I have a thermometer, hence all the Word Association Football. My GP said I should have one, and if my temperature was high it was an indication of a proper bacterial infection and I should go immediately to see a doctor. I was feeling poorly, so I took my temperature. The thermometer goes under your tongue for 10-15 seconds and then beeps. My temperature is always, always low. 35.6*C , or 36.1*C, never 37*C. Of course, now I wonder why it is so low, but since I feel better I should stop worrying. MrsDrWho suggested two things:
- I should record and chart my temperature. Yes!!
- I should take The Labradors' temperatures. No!!
Since I really only want to be at the doggy end with the wet nose and not the tail, and I thought they might chomp down on a thermometer, I decided to give #2 a miss.
Gilly has a new job: Mission Cricket-possible. Her mission, and she chooses to accept it, is to find and dig up all the noisy crickets. And to make them stop cricketing in ten seconds. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one ...
Peri has a new trick: she can open the gate into the bush from the difficult side. This is a terrible picture, but she's so deft and speedy and I am so not capable of operating any machinery quickly. She sticks her nose and/or paw into the tiny opening and pushes and turns and voila, the gate is open. This is not the scary thing. The scary thing is that she has taught Gilly and Rafa to do this too. It's The Dawn of the Planet of the Dogs.
The weather is slowly cooling. Not very much, but enough that we can sleep at night. Yesterday morning it was raining on the way to the dam, it was so dull we had to have the car lights on. This morning it was chilly, but sunny. I like to think of Autumn as a lovely slow decline towards Winter. Peri and Gilly are happy to be going home after an excellent walk. Breakfast awaits.
TinkingBell gave me a Jamie Oliver Greenhouse and I finally assembled it and planted the seeds. It came with a small square of what looked like peat moss, which expanded at a very fast rate once you poured water on it. I crumbled it up to cover the base, which is like a rectangular shoe box lid, but plastic.
Then I planted the seeds: basil, coriander, cress and chives. After just two days the chives (I think) have germinated. I carry the greenhouse carefully in and out of the direct sunlight, so I don't kill all the little seeds. It is Very Exciting, especially for me. I should really have a green thumb.
And here it is on the verandah.
On the way to the Wool Shop this morning, I passed a sale table of sandals and found a pair to fit me for $5. They were only $30 to begin with, but as I don't need any more green Summer sandals, I couldn't really justify it. But $5 was obviously my price point.
I may have knitted another sock. This time some Mini Mochi 105 for MrsDrWho. The worrying thing is that I can only find one ball. So she may just have one sock for the time being. The toe is ready to graft, but I don't trust myself to do it properly the first time when I am tired. Maybe in the morning.
At the dam there is a large hedge of hydrangeas. We had them growing along and high up the side of the garage when I was a little girl. You can do all kinds of clever things to make the flowers different colours. I am not quite sure what is going on here, but we have the whole range, from red, to pink and purple and light and dark blue. Wallabies hide under here. Sometimes Gilly spooks one and it runs out. She never catches them, they hop speedily away. Peri looks on with, I am sure, a superior smile.
Everyone has gone to bed. It starts getting dark around 8pm now. We still have almost a moth of Daylight Saving left, so it will be a big shock when we revert to Real Time. Peri will want to go to bed straight after her tea. She's very funny. Gilly goes too, but she has both ears on alert in case of crinkly paper. I expect I shall go to bed now too, since everyone else has!!!