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Unsteady

 Another beautiful sunrise i watched this morning. 

Overnight is was a minimum of 25 degrees. Our "swampy" (evaporative cooling) was running all night. Most people hate sleeping in the heat but for some reason i find it the most comfortable. 

You know Summer has hit the Sunraysia region when my ritual of watching the sunrise require sunglasses. The sun is BRIGHT. 

It's Sunday. Which usually means that my mind starts preplanning for the week ahead. I look around the house and try to work out what needs to be cleaned up. Then I can't be bothered. It's only a couple of weeks till Christmas and I'm still trying to wrangle all the lists of what i want to get organised beforehand. 

I hate Christmas time. Always have. But. The kids. The kids love this time of year. 

So Santa is getting talked about here, we're trying to work out where he is going to park he sleigh on our farm. Jack definetly doesn't want him coming to his room and Santa needs to shrink to a tiny size to come through the fire place. Presents maybe allowed under the Christmas Tree. But this could change. 

It's a funny time of year. Everyone is running around trying to get their odds and ends sorted. Which is weird to me as the end of the year just is another time and a week or so after the silly season the new year begins and in a weird way everyone gets recharged and raring to go. 

The psychology of it all. 

Anyway, Summer, Lists, Christmas, Shopping, Organising, Clean Up and the rest. 

No wonder many of us a feeling a little unsteady.

 

 



 

 

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