I Stopped the Rain Using Just my Hair

I got sick of trying to make my woolly crop into something that it wasn't so I gave in finally and bought some curl cream and decided to just embrace the curls.  Sure enough within minutes the rain stopped and yesterday we woke to a glorious sunny morning as we did again this morning.

I raced around and ripped sheets off beds to wash them (ours hadn't been done for two weeks!) and took the quilts out and aired them in the sun, and washed the quilt covers and pillow shams.  It was lovely to sleep in a clean, sweet smelling bed last night.

Our creek continues to go down but the cruel irony that is nature, and the river system, is that while we bask in the early Autumn sunshine, our near neighbours, especially those in Wagga Wagga are bracing themselves for the worst floods since the 1970s.  Most of the CBD has been evacuated, as has North Wagga and some other surrounding towns.  Wagga sits right on the beautiful Murrumbidgee river, it literally runs through the town.  I can't imagine losing everything (possession wise) to a flood.  Water is our lifeblood, we need it to survive, we love it, we swim and boat in it, we pay big dollars to live by it, and yet it can do so much damage and cause so much heartache.  The river is supposed to peak at about lunchtime and we're all hoping that the worst scenario doesn't eventuate.

We were at the dinner table last night, when Phill got a message from our friend Barry to ask if he was home.  The mood instantly changed, and we once again thought of what he must be going through.  Phill rang him back after we finished eating and talked to him for a while, he told Phill how much he appreciated my letter, and that he did want to talk to me, but in the end he changed his mind Phill said he was getting quite emotional and was probably embarrassed.  I understand that, and I am here when he is ready to talk, if and when he wants to.  I think I can help him because I know what to say. A lot of people, understandably, struggle with the raw grief of others, but having been through it more times than I should have, I have learned to just listen and speak from the heart, not to offer platitudes, to cry with them and to let them cry and just be what they need to be.  This can be so important.  Even after all these years (since Sarah died) I still remember with gratitude the people who were willing to walk through those early days with me, there weren't many of them, but I'll never forget them.

I am still tracking perfectly, didn't get any intentional exercise yesterday, but I did plenty of work in the house including changing beds and vacuuming and washing floors etc so that's better than nothing.  Need to ramp it up today though.  I am still considering a weight loss blog, it might help me and who knows at some point it might help others.

I may not be able to get to my meeting on Thursday, I was looking forward to having a day to myself in Wagga and will do so if I possibly can, the CBD will have missed out on enough business with these floods and I'm happy to spend my $$ there!  If I can't get to weigh in I might go to the local meeting next Monday just to see how I'm going.

 

They're all sweet and innocent now, down beside me here in the TV room, but last night the little barstards were running all over the place.  They're only two and a half weeks old!  Big trouble, didn't I predict it?  I give them until Friday and four little ginger toms will be running the place. ;)