Okay, I'm officially not very dedicated to this blog, but hey, at least it's here, right? At least it made it from the many fabulous ideas that float around constantly in my head to actually exist. And for that, I'm sure, we are all truly thankful.
I tell myself that once I am established in my gorgeous new study, adjoining my gorgeous new kitchen/family room and covered deck, I will be a daily blogger. I may have absolutely nothing of any interest to blog about, but by golly I'll be blogging anyway. And reading it all myself, just in case nobody else does.
The extension is still pending, and of great excitement although not feeling terribly real since no actual work has yet been done. This includes actual work that needs to be done by us, including demolishing a not-insubstantial brick wall and relocating a great deal of quite heavy pavers. Still, it is nice to know we have only these tasks standing between us and real progress.
There are really not many spare moments to be had in our corner of the world, what with one thing and the other, but even those rare occasions lately have not been at all fruitful due mainly to the fact that it is so incredibly hot. I realise I risk sounding like an old person here, but I seriously cannot remember summers being quite so intense when I was a child. I can't even hang out the washing these days without wearing a hat, not only to prevent sunburn but to stop me from passing out due to heat exhaustion. It kind of frightens me that maybe my children will grow up in a country where there is a certain part of the year where you just can't be outside for any length of time. Kind of like those Scandinavian countries where they have to stay indoors for three months of the year or risk freezing to death, only at the other extreme. Did somebody say climate change?