Hello my blog. I have missed you. I have stayed away, not because I don't like you (I like you, I do, I really do) but because of a whole swag of
I spent New Years Eve for 2012 in a melted state, 42.2 degrees - the 8th straight day of temperatures above 37. If ever there was a time to move to Tasmania, this was it. I did mange to get a few things done and a few challenges met, these I will tell you about later.
I don't know if I am disappointed or feel content with the fact that I spent the night with the Two Grumpy Old Men. I certainly didn't want to go out partying - have never liked that, and like it even less these days. I was quite content to just have a relaxing evening, even in my own company, as Mr K was complaining that we had spent the last four years not going out on NYE - so I told him to go, go out and do what he wanted. I really was more than happy with a book on my own. But he pouted and said he wanted to go out with me. Silly boy, he knows what an introvert I am.
So Uncle James came over, we got G&T's and got in the pool. Now isn't that WAY better than making small talk and being with people who bore the tits of you? The music would be loud, so you can't talk anything meaningful - 'What? Oh yeah, we had a great Christmas thanks. You?' 'Oh, you had a Christmas lunch. Great'. 'Um, made any resolutions?' 'Oh, great, a weight loss program, good luck with that' and on and on this silly talk goes.
Nope, not for me. The three of us had a great conversation - as we normally do. Last night, we were all cheeriness and light and talked about the latest craze of 'Prepping'. We talked about how we would prepare for the end of civilised order in a world quickly going mad. How we could feed ourselves when all the shops closed or ran out of food, how we would protect ourselves from looters, where we would escape to when the violence started, how we could set up a new life away from the chaos that would ensue after our society collapses. Think Mad Max, the one with Tina Turner in it. (If you have Foxtel, go to the National Geographic channel and watch Doomsday Preppers if you really want
a) a good laugh,
b) some sobering thoughts,
c) entertain the idea that maybe they are onto something
or d) remember your sanity and have a good laugh.
We now have a plan. Mr K is to get the trailer camper ready with fuel and water and make sure we have a full tool kit. Uncle James is in charge of weapons and planning the escape route. I am in charge of feeding them (hey, what's new) collecting and storing seeds and a way to start a vegetable garden in the desert.
Cheery way to end the year wasn't it?
Hope yours was at least a Happy start to the New Year.