I've had shingles since last Sunday (I can hear you groaning and saying 'She's got something else wrong with her, yet again)! The red clusters on my back are itchy and it's quite painful. All the same, yesterday I shopped (bought a Yukka cane plant), went to the post office, did my washing and hung it on the line (it will still be wet because it rained overnight and it's still raining). I cut back an unruly bush outside my kitchen window so that the two rose bushes that were smothered by it will be able to grow. I swept, cleaned, watched television and dutifully took my 'shingles' medication. I absolutely loath swallowing tablets and each dose is an ordeal. I think I spent the whole day without uttering one word to anyone, except to answer 'No thank you' when someone in the supermarket asked if I had rewards points. I'm happier in the cooler weather. Autumn. Leaves changing color. Softer sunlight. But it's not Autumn yet. I suspect that Summer, which arrived late in Melbourne may continue for a few more weeks.
This time last year I was preparing for my Body and the City installation and stressing out because the projectors had been stolen from the Architecture Building at the University of Melbourne where it was to be held. I was also thinking at that time about the fact that the 3 March it is the anniversary of my father's death. I looked back at the post I made on 1 March 2011 and can't believe that people were talking about the 2013 election and more recently there has still been discussion about it - no wonder Parliament Question Time has degenerated into children playing in a sandpit - great to watch because some of the comments are comical, but disappointing on so many levels.
So, it's 1 March, the official start to Autumn and one month before daylight savings ends. It's 6.23 am as I write this. I've been up and awake since 4.45 am. It's dark outside and the rain still falls.
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