Summer is here and we\u2019re in what I like to call \u2018silly season.\u2019 Other people dignify it with more worthy names, but other people have already had Thanksgiving. Australia doesn\u2019t do Thanksgiving, and we\u2019re already a bit daft so\u2026 \u201csilly season.\u201d I\u2019m not the only one to call December and early January by this name. I am, however, one of the most consistent.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sending out short stories (three of us have joined together in this) to Australian addresses this Friday. Three writers sending out short stories to interested readers is a good thing to do in a fraught year. Also, me, I have Chanukah, so extra treats might creep into some envelopes.<\/p>\n
Chanukah starts very soon, so I had to sort out what I was going to do this year rather early.\u00a0I\u2019m sending a very few envelopes overseas for it. Instead of doing a public call-out, I decided to surprise a few people. Those envelopes are gone. They contain nothing useful and nothing valuable. They are, however, fun.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll be going to the post office again on Thursday. I\u2019m not supposed to do messages. No-one can get blood samples for me (their blood is not my blood), however, so I\u2019ll do the post office\/library\/bank\/chicken run after I\u2019ve done the bloodwork. That will take a half day and it will solve many problems.<\/p>\n
I will wear a mask at critical times. I have very pretty masks and need to show them off (thanks, Pati!).<\/p>\n
This means that I can send three more envelopes to less unsuspecting parties anywhere in the world. The first three people to get me their addresses (no later than Wednesday morning your time) will receive something small to remind you there\u2019s a world out there and that you deserve time out. And stickers. This year we all deserve stickers.<\/p>\n
For local friends, I have bowls filled with goodies. Local friends get the best of the daft presents, because they have to come and pick them up. The bowls will lurk on my letterbox, for as short a time as possible because it is warm. By \u2018warm\u2019, I mean, of course, \u2018quite uncomfortable and this weather is intolerable and why is it doing this to us?\u2019<\/p>\n
Summer is here. We have our first bushfires to prove it. One of my friends can smell the smoke from Fraser Island. Another put up the special shutters and promptly lost electricity to the first fire of the season in the Blue Mountains. This is normal\u2026 but normal doesn\u2019t mean nice in any way.<\/p>\n
The return of bushfire season coincided with the US Black Friday sales. Some really-not-very-bright Australian retailers have announced \u2018Black Friday\u2019 as a sale here, too. ‘Black Friday’ in Australia normally refers to the 1939 fires and reminds us of the 2019\/20 fires and a lot of Australians are annoyed at quite a few retailers. The sales are nearly done and they\u2019ve put a blight into the shopping of those whose silly season includes 25 December.<\/p>\n
Me, I already have all kinds of presents for all kinds of people for all kinds of seasons. The moment I earned enough money to live on, I bought books for me and presents for everyone else. I\u2019m all shopped out. This means I can spend the next few weeks doing relaxed things while others panic, doesn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n
Not quite. I\u2019m several weeks into my PhD and have a structure for it and have met all my early milestones. This means I have forty books and over two hundred articles to read before 6 January. My silly season is splendidly different to most others\u2019, and this year I plan to enjoy the heck out of it.<\/p>\n
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