Yesterday our town had the dubious honour of being the hottest place in Queensland. While we sweltered, I tried my hand at Pip Lincolne's taking stock list.
Making: an infinity scarf for the Big Sister’s prep teacher.
Cooking: an egg on the road. Not really, but trying.
Drinking: cold beer.
Reading: the Foxtel bill and cutting our spend (and channels) by two thirds.
Wanting: soaking rain for our farm.
Looking: for a copy of the Magic Faraway Tree to read to my girls.
Playing: around with nature by sneaking guinea fowl eggs underneath out broody hen.
Deciding: whether buying a pair of tap shoes for the Big Sister for Christmas is self flagellation in dance form.
Wishing: I could have my front tooth for Christmas.
Enjoying: watching the Big Sister discover the joy of reading.
Waiting: until the last moment to decorate our house for Christmas.
Liking: Pope Francis and his approach to gays, evolution, homeless people and his appointment of Fr Mark Edwards as Auxiliary Bishop for Melbourne.
Wondering: if anyone else finds a peloton of police on pushbikes hard to take seriously. “You’re under arrest. Get in my basket.”
Loving: white anchovies from the pasta shop in Beerwah.
Pondering: turning the sprinklers on for the kids to run under again.
Considering: doing something crazy with my hair.
Watching: Homeland in batches while I fold the laundry. It’s the only show I’ve ever really become hooked on.
Hoping: that David is safe and happy wherever he is.
Marvelling: that humans landed a space probe on a comet hurtling through space at 140,000 kilometres per hour
Smelling: less than fresh on this 43ºC day. Seriously, it’s not even summer yet!
Wearing: my stupid, no-good, uncomfortable denture.
Following: the G20 shenanigans.
Noticing: that Miss Chardy is hiring a camp cook and a bore-runner and imagining what an adventure that would be.
Knowing: that I will look back on these days and wish I’d paid better attention.
Thinking: that I have it pretty good.
Admiring: Dr Catherine Hamlin. Always admiring Catherine Hamlin.
Sorting: clothes the girls have grown out of. All the time.
Buying: this gorgeous crochet fox from Daisy, Roo & Two for the Little Sister for Christmas.
Getting: busy compiling the first annual Flossie cook book and hoping you’ll love it
Disliking: that Australian’s seem to care more about bloke’s sporting prowess than whether they’re good people. Seems you can drink your own urine, have a dog lick your privates and flog your missus as long as you can throw a ball well or out run the rest of us.
Opening: another beer.
Giggling: overhearing the Big Sister telling someone she had a gap year between Kindy and Prep. Explaining to her that the break was the school holidays.
Feeling: overwhelmed at our jam-packed end of year calendar.
Snacking: on just about anything I can get my hands on.
Coveting: fancy hats that I’ll never wear on Pinterest.
Helping: in the Big Sister's prep class every Wednesday afternoon. Hats off to teachers; its the hardest forty minutes of my week.
Hearing: my family complain about losing their favourite Foxtel channels.