Such a Politically Incorrect day in Adelaide, again...
I almost hate to say it, but wasn't it another absolutely beautiful day that we had in Adelaide today. Clear skies, warm weather. It just begged for us to get out of the house. But could the kids do without MSN for a few hours?
It was too inviting. We did get ourselves organised enough to spend a few hours at Semaphore Beach enjoying a family picnic while catching-up on some lazy reading. Later, enjoyed a drink and a nibble at the Palais at Semaphore listening to a band playing. I said, 'we'll go just after this song finishes.' Smarty pants daughter said, 'Dad, it's jazz, it NEVER finishes.'
But I confess that I felt guilty about it... after all, Adelaide has been so dry for so long, and we haven't had any significant rain for ages. I'm starting to expect our state government to strike a deal with a clothing maker to start churning-out Stillsuits for us all to microrecycle our sweat and urine until the new desalination plant cracks its valve open. For heavy sweaters they might be able to sell their excess water on the open market - I'd pay for some of them to come stand over my dead, brown what used to be called 'lawn' and do some dripping!
Not a bad way to spend this Easter Monday holiday. But still, come on the rain!
It was too inviting. We did get ourselves organised enough to spend a few hours at Semaphore Beach enjoying a family picnic while catching-up on some lazy reading. Later, enjoyed a drink and a nibble at the Palais at Semaphore listening to a band playing. I said, 'we'll go just after this song finishes.' Smarty pants daughter said, 'Dad, it's jazz, it NEVER finishes.'
But I confess that I felt guilty about it... after all, Adelaide has been so dry for so long, and we haven't had any significant rain for ages. I'm starting to expect our state government to strike a deal with a clothing maker to start churning-out Stillsuits for us all to microrecycle our sweat and urine until the new desalination plant cracks its valve open. For heavy sweaters they might be able to sell their excess water on the open market - I'd pay for some of them to come stand over my dead, brown what used to be called 'lawn' and do some dripping!
Not a bad way to spend this Easter Monday holiday. But still, come on the rain!

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