Photo taken from The Age. It shows the court temperature in Fahrenheit from the Australian Open yesterday. Almost off the charts!
Did I say yesterday was hot? It only got worse. There have only been a few times in my life when I have literally wanted to drop to my knees and kiss God’s feet in gratitude:
- When the pain finally subsided from a burst ovarian cyst.
- When the door finally opened in a malfunctioning carnival ride, after I had been stuck inside in the dark for about 15 minutes, barely keeping hold of my sanity. Gee I wonder why I’m a tad claustrophobic?!
But we may have another example. Yesterday, approximately 1/3 of Victoria lost its power when the bushfires affected the energy grid. On a 40 degree day, that is one thing I could not have handled. Ours, blessedly, stayed on. Thank you, thank you, thank you, sweet Jesus! What would I have done with the kids? I couldn’t even had put them in the kiddie pool outside – we’re not allowed to fill it! And if the power was out, I doubt a trip to the supermarket or mall would’ve been effective either. Either they were out too – or the masses would have converged.
Last night didn’t improve. Despite the air cooler, Riley’s room stayed at a hot 27 degrees, 3 higher than what his little thermometer deemed “comfortable”. Damn right. Poor Keira’s room was no better. I got up this morning to learn the temperature outside never dipped below 30 degrees.
And we still have at least 2 more days of this ahead!
“Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…”
Also, spare a thought for the poor pregnant woman, Adam told me, who was stuck in a lift with 10 other people when the power went out. If that’d been me, I’d have chewed my way through the steel with superhuman strength for my liberty!
