In Dubbo it was hot, and we stayed in a motel with air conditioning positioned straight over my side of the bed. Best Beloved gets very cranky if he gets hot when sleeping (he emits so much heat naturally) so we left the aircon on all night and in the morning I awoke SICK. Dry, sore throat, glandy, headachy, grumpy.
Three days later, I'm still sick & grumpy. I get this way towards the end of a holiday/break anyway. I ache to be back with my bone folder or my keyboard. I get sick of moving, sick of being reliant upon others. I get to be one antsy Ducky. It doesn't help to be physically sick as well!
Sorry, I don't mean to be churlish. Today I stayed in bed, sleeping and sucking lozenges. I feel better, but not well yet. I've been reading Simone de Beauvoir's The Mandarins, a book I've been thinking about reading for years, and am happy that I've only started now, because I seem to be the right age for it. It's funny how procrastinated reading works like that. I think if I'd read this when I was 21 I wouldn't have enjoyed it.
I'm in the Blue Mountains at the moment, staying with my parents-in-law. Usually I'd be spending some time with Dr Sista Outlaw, but she's choofed off to Vietnam with her sprog. So I might as well be sick & wurty. Tomorrow I'll get up and do some vintage book and clothes trawling, which is something I love about the mountains. I don't know why I'm complaining, I could be stuck in a factory, chicken-sexing or something.
I really enjoyed Western Plains Zoo in Dubbo. All day there was a dark purple thunderstorm off to one side of the sky, threatening to engulf us, booming and sparking. It made us appreciate every moment in case we were rained out, but in the end it passed us by as slowly as the Galapagos Turtle heaved itself reluctantly out of its mud puddle to get a mouthful of leafy greens.
I was completely taken by the giraffes, such elegantly alien beings, eating carrot sticks from children with long ultraviolet tongues. They walk like supermodels but are far more attractive than any human bearing that tag. I hadn't noticed before that they have three horns, not two. The third is on that ridge of forehead leading down to the nose.
And the siamang apes were hilarious, putting on a show worthy of an experimental dance troup capering to jazz, providing both the deep booms and the trumpet top notes from the incredible black balloons on their throats, swinging and chasing and suddenly halting as if playing statues, arms up in a Vogue pose. The crowd roared, delighted. They lapped it up and continued until they were bored, at which point they all sat down, backs to the humans, ignoring us utterly.
Meerkats, otters, baby cheetahs, elephants, tapirs, hippos: all delightful. We picnicked beside the zebras, but with our backs to them, more interested in watching the other people around us.
While I'm sick and grumpy, I'm going to take the opportunity to say that lately I've developed into a staunch hater of smoking in crowds. I have no problem with people choosing to smoke (apart from the fact that they're killing themselves), but how anybody can think that smoking next to or inside of a group/crowd of other, non-choosing-to-smoke people is acceptable is beyond me. The smoke may go inside the lungs, but when it comes out, it is in the shared air. It doesn't just magically get wafted straight up and out of everyone's way!
I had problems with this at Woodford, sitting amongst thousands of people watching music (one young woman in front of me just held her lit cigarette beside her and let it burn, only taking about three puffs, leaving all the smoke to me), and I had BIG problems with this at the zoo, like when we were watching the otters being fed. A large group of people, mostly kids, and some bastard lit a cigarette without bothering to move away from the group. I have absolutely no problem with asking such a person to put their cigarette out. The thing that bothers me is the way they then look at me as if I'm being unreasonable and prudish. GAH.
It's my resolution to be more unreasonable about this. I'm sorry if this means I'm a wowser in your eyes.
Sigh. Sick. Grumpy. I'll be better next time, trooly.