Hot weather at home

31 Jan

This time last year, my grandfather’s teensy tiny family had to make the decision that he could no longer live alone.

However hard it was for us emotionally, physically, spiritually (and it was, it really, really was), when I read stories like this, I think thank goodness we did it. Really.

We had something of a heatwave in Adelaide last March during the Festival and Fringe. It gave an extra edge to things, I think. I would walk into my show (insert shameless link to this year’s upcoming show here) at around 6 pm and there was barely a soul around. By ten o’clock the streets were full and it was standing room only around the North Terrace Northern Lights. We can relax at night, but it’s with an intensity that reflects the daytime fear and fatigue that pervades a heat-ravaged community after a certain time. We get fatigued, because we can’t sleep or eat or even drink enough and it’s distressing watching our gardens and parklands grow even drier than they were. There’s the ever-present threat of fires and by day six or seven we look at each other with the unasked question ‘what if this is how things are from this time on?’.

The cool change is still a fair way away, even from this distance, I’m a bit freaked out.

(which does indeed beg the question, why did I agree to move to a country where the summer temperatures regularly reach fifty degrees, but we can talk about that sometime in the northern summer)


4 Responses to “Hot weather at home”

  1. Pen January 31, 2009 at 1:11 pm #

    I guess at least you are less likely to have bushfires where you are.

    I was relieved to hear my grandpa in Melbourne is OK, and his power had not gone off. It was cooler there today.

    Watching out for smokehaze and dust storms is bloody exhausting, isn’t it?

  2. Alby Mangroves January 31, 2009 at 4:21 pm #

    The heat was unbearable here in Melbourne’s West, three straight days of 43 degrees is enough to fry brains. When the power went out yesterday we got in the airconditioned car and thought we could drive down to the beach, with just a small stop for petrol, but of course, the traffic lights, the bowsers, everything was dead! We couldn’t even get to the bloody beach, and then got stuck behind some train barriers which had gone off automatically, even though the trains were down too… ashould have stayed home 😦

  3. Alby Mangroves January 31, 2009 at 4:23 pm #

    Oh, and the baby was teething. So all-round a fabulous day.

  4. suzeoz February 4, 2009 at 10:25 am #

    Does ‘this year’s show’ mean that you’re coming back to be in it?

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