24 hours without checking your device. Too hard? Or is my blog too strong a craving?
Here is someone not yet enslaved by the digital world. Oh to be blissfully unconscious of social mores. Or is she already a dedicated follower...
Well, as Melbourne looks back on the hottest summer on record (average temps in Jan and Feb about 28 degrees), we regret not putting in our solar panels earlier. For though the panels are connected and the solar is running, the inverter (I think that's its name), is not yet connected, which means that solar electricity is not being stored. So what we use is "free", but we cannot store any for later use. In order for that to happen we are at the mercy of our electricity provider, who has to come and ok the work done. A short procedure, but one they have put off for 4 weeks so far. Why would they hurry to cut their own money chain? Husband enjoys prodding with his apple device, so far unsuccessfully. Next Wed is the deadline by which we requested all work be completed, so either they are planning a last minute flurry of paperwork and a ten minute visit for which they will cream an ample profit, or they will be late, in which case we have no comeback.
The possums or the parrots got my only 2 pears. The trees are young, so the crop is just starting, but there were two crisp tennis ball sized pears. I looked, and decided to leave them to ripen in brown paper bags for one more day... Gone. Bags and all. Hope whatever got them choked on the clothes peg.
The apples survived and are now largely on the freezer. They were netted Colditz style, over 4 trees.
And yesterday I went to hear a converted Muslim woman talk about living in Southern Lebanon as an Australian, during the period in the 90's when Israelis were leveling the Palestinian refugee camps. She told this true story.
She lived in Sidon, in the South, and travelled N once a month to get mail and essential supplies. It was fraught with danger, because suicide bombers were common, and Israeli soldiers were trigger happy. On the way back, she was in a taxi with 7 men, when they were stopped at an Israeli checkpoint. She, as a foreigner and a woman was asked to get out and open her bag. She was made to stand encircled by armed soldiers pointing their rifles at her and ordering her to open a package that was in the mail sack. She opened the package. Inside was a smaller package. The circle widened as the soldiers stood back a bit more. She opened the inner package to reveal a glass container. She was ordered, again at gunpoint, to open it. She screwed off the lid, put her finger in, and licked it. Vegemite. A soldier stuck his bayonet in and stirred it to check for foreign matter. Tension eased and they were allowed to continue their journey.
She also talked about the major difference she saw between Islam and Christianity. Islam has 99 words for God, but none of them is Love. We say God is love, but often fail to show that love to our neighbours as required by a follower. . .
Tried to captureG1's mischievous look but the photo quality was poor. He has a wicked sense of humor. Apparently he likes to rise early on Fridays. Garbage truck day, and there are always more than one of them to check out in his one way street. So he gets up to wave to the men. I wonder if he goes back to sleep afterwards? No, I don't wonder actually...
And now for a little Jim style humor. Look at the third line and read "n" instead of " p "... Sounds a fun trip to Seal Rocks...
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