Showing posts with label heat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heat. Show all posts

Monday, June 22, 2009

Hell called, they want to know why Tampa is hotter than Hades.

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What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.
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Jane Austen

I have been neglecting my sad little blog for too long. The past week I had the painters working inside the house everyday, some days I had no access to the computer as they were painting the study and all the furniture was piled up in the middle. Then we spent the weekend getting things around the house ready for viewings. A new week has begun, there is still so much to do and the painter was back today to fix up some things. I'm over it and the house has not even been listed yet. The agent arrives this afternoon to take photos so I had better get the washing down. No one wants to see a picture of my nanna grundies when they peruse house pictures online. It's not so much like an episode of 'Cribs' around here, as it is a version of 'Lifestyles of the dull and unknown'.

I have spent so much time, 'de-cluttering' the house over the past couple of weeks. Boxes and boxes have been filled and taken down to the storage unit we hired for the this purpose, there is still so much more to do. The Colonel is what I would call a clutterbug. It seems that most of the military types are. We have a whole room dedicated to storing army stuff. He also is a born horder, collecting a vast array of bibelots from his travels around the world and even from his childhood. I found an old rock which I was about to throw away until he said it was actually a part of the Berlin Wall that he had acquired while serving in Germany.

The temperature here in Florida is unimaginably hot. Just walking outside and sitting on the deck makes one start to sweat. Having to do anywork outside the house is unbearable and can be fatal. People drop dead all over the place in this humidity when they go outside and start potting around. I saw on television yesterday a chart showing that heat is more likely to kill people than other weather conditions. They showed a graph which demonstrated a ten year average of death rates from weather related conditions. These included hurricanes, tornados, floods and heat. Now in America hundreds of people die each year from hurricanes and tornados. Thousands died after Katrina. Despite this staggering and very sad fact, more people died in the past 10 years from HOT weather. I have long whined and complained about the heat, much to the annoyance of the Florida locals, but here I have proved my point, this heat is downright dangerous as well as oppressive.






We have a plague of little tiny frogs at the moment. Often green tree frogs are around so I thought the little baby froglings were tree frogs. Yesterday I tipped a bucket of ice onto the garden and these little frogs were hopping on the ice cubes and getting stuck. I was distrought, and was carefully picking up the cubes and picking off the little frogs that were stuck and feeling very happy about saving them.

My neighbour came over and told me that these darling little froglings were in fact, baby cane toads. Crikey! They are everywhere, hopping all over the place. No problem now, but these things will grow up to be vile, ugly cane toads. I stood outside, without a hat or sunblock, (horror), saving baby cane toads. Oh Flori-duh, the heat has well and truly addled my brains. I guess that accounts for such a drab blog post as well as the cane toad mercy mission. :(

Monday, April 6, 2009

I love Lucy, if by Lucy you mean Morphine.

All is quiet at Palazzo Chichi today. Summer is creeping up and that means unbearable heat and humidity, and that means sweating. In fact it is most unlady like to sweat like a pig everytime one step's outside the front door. The sub-tropics, it's great during winter, but I really don't like it much in the summer. It turns everyone in to a bogan. Shorts and T-shirts and thongs are the uniform here. No matter how posh a restaurant or hotel, people walk around looking like they are holidaying at a caravan park in Ocean Grove. :(

I am very saddened by the news from Italy, that an earthquake has hit and killed over 200 people. Being half Italian, it is a country very close to me. I have been there a few times and I think it's the most amazing country, full of history and culture and great beauty. I'm making a donation to the Red Cross in Italy. I stick to the Red Cross for such donations because whenever a natural disaster like the Italian earthquake occurs, scammers pop up to get online donations from unsuspecting people. The Italian Red Cross seems like the best bet, http://www.cri.it/

My aunt and cousins live at Lake Como, after Melbourne, Australia, Como is my favourite place on earth. There is something almost ethereal about it. At night the moutains are shrouded in darkness except for three things.
1) A cross sits high at the top, made of electric lights, it gives off an almost supernatural floating appearance.
2) An old ruined tower of the Castel Baradello remains standing at the top of one of the hills and at night a spotlight shines on it, to reveal it's ancient glory. It was built in 1192 by a guy called Barbarossa. Very exotic!
3) The lines of the funicular railway that travels up to the town of Brunate are also brightly illuminated.
These combine to make for a spectacular scene

Castel Baradello at night ..>

The last time we were in Como we met the towns most beloved resident, Bobo. One morning while having a breakfast latte at a coffee shop, a woman came by with the biggest labrador I have ever seen. She must keep that dog on steroids. She stopped to talk to a friend at the table next to us, and let down the dog's leash. Bobo took off, nimbly, for a big guy too.

The poor old lady was running along behind him yelling...'Bobo, Bobo...' We could hear her for a good 5 mintues. She came back 20 minutes later, puffing and red in the face with a recalcitrant Bobo who looked rather pleased with himself and his surprising adventure. After that, we ran into the lady and Bobo wherever we went. She told us that 'everyone in Como knows Bobo'. George Clooney has a house there on the Lake, but it would seem that Bobo is even more popular than him.


Italy I miss you!!!