This is a
STOP PRESS item.
This week
we have been getting some wild winds coming in from the mainland (Mumbai's an
island remember). With it has been
coming a significant amount of dust. Bit
of a misnomer that. Dust. More your sort of talcum-like moon-soil kind
of stuff.
India is
widely known for two things. They are
famous. Heat. Dust.
Australia gets its fair share of the same. I think on the heat stakes, it can certainly
match if not beat. On a day-to-day basis
though, it has nothing to offer in the dust stakes. Definitely it has some major dust storms
(witness the 'red dawn a few years back, or the 'heboob' earlier this
year). But between such events and by
comparison with India, Oz has nothing.
I have
mentioned prior to this that if slack for even a day, the grit underfoot is not
pleasant. This week that ramped up to
disgusting. On Wednesday I actually
swept and washed the floor three
times. Once it's swept and you go over
it with the mop, you find that another layer has already fallen and you are
close to wallowing in mud. I could have
chosen not to bother I suppose. But,
'eeeuuwww'. Then there's all the
surfaces and poor old Voo-voo here. I
already lost Yamspet the netbook to the ravages of the atmosphere. I am trying to be more attentive to Voo the
Vaio's needs. It's challenging
though. I'm concerned it will also get
parched inside.
As for
myself. Well the insides are probably a
bit dry too, so ensuring the drinking liquids are plentiful and often. The skin though. Dessiccation is the term I believe. Never have I approached a pot of moisturiser
as frequently or as desperately as I have in the past month and this week….
Well. When you can actually feel your
skin crackling, you knows you gotta dooooo something.
Thankfully
I have a great supply. Emm again. Shopper and gift giver extraordinaire.
STOP
PRESS number two - although technically a couple days late. I know you've all been waiting with bated
breath for this news. I had cause to
shift stuff around significantly on Wednesday for reasons given above. Under my window ledge there a number of empty
boxes, strong and worth holding onto for packing at a later date.
Only one
of them was not empty.
……..probably
ought to keep this to myself, but, well, yes - there were the missing baked
beans. On the finding, I recalled at the
time of trying to find space in the wardrobe and failing, that my 'logic' was
the box could double as storage space.
If there had been other items it might have made more sense. Or been more obvious. But is was only the
beans. Which of course ensured the
placement was forgotten almost as it happened.
And who would think to do such a thing anyway? Hence I never considered looking in that one
place. Deep, slow breaths YAM…. Probably happened due to menparchment of the
brain.
The beans had to be spilled! Yes I remember back in the day things that could not be found and the mutterings that took place. Even the telescope. Hmmmmmmmmmm nothing's changed really, except for the direct experience both electrical and otherwise.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week end and hope the dust settles. Sorry no pun intended.
Hari Om
ReplyDeleteHah! You had to bring THAT up... today had my umpteenth dust and wash of the place - but signs it is letting up. 'Avagoodweegend yourself!
Welcome to my world (memory rather than dust) Yamani. :-) The times I've put things in safe places, never to find them again except by pure chance....
ReplyDeleteThe dust sounds dreadful. As an asthmatic I'd imagine it isn't good for anyone with respiratory problems, but the problem of skin drying had never occurred to me. Keep slapping on the moisturiser....
Hari Om
ReplyDeleteWilco! It's not so much the dust itself as the constant washing it off that dries the epidermis - it's the dust in the brain that worries more!
Glad to note that things are brightening over your way. I look forward to full-frontal daffodil images soon! &>