We’re frying tonight, along with the rest of South East Australia, there are bushfires covering the state, with the smoke from the fire south of Beechworth hanging around Albury adding to the discomfort. The heat has soaked into everything, even the floorboards are hot to touch at the moment, and the promised cool changes seem to consistently be another day or two away.
If you think that today’s heat wave is something to bitch about, shut your mouth. Spare a thought instead for the four year old girl who died after being thrown from the Westgate bridge by her father. Or if infanticide doesn’t grab you, how about you spend a moment wondering how on earth a thirteen year old girl sexually assaulted by seven teenage boys will ever be able to have a relationship even vaguely approaching normality.
How on earth do we deal with people who are so absolutely broken?
It is so damn hot here at the moment. Each year a relentless heat visits this area and each year I am once again surprised at its ferocity. If I hear one more person extol the virtues of it being a ‘dry heat’ I will feel compelled to ask them to explain how their personal lagoon of perspiration fits into the definition of dry.
Thankfully the Dave from Albury clan avoided the worst of what this summer has so far offered by escaping north for a few weeks, but the curse of gainful employment has bought us back to a reminder of why our family will not visit between November and March. One of the few things about the heat that I like is the bleating from Melbournites, apparently fourty one degree days don’t fit nicely into their ‘four seasons in one day’ narrative.
Thankfully the news is still full of sport and stupid summer filler rather than fire reports, but I doubt it will be long before some nut bag decides to defy logic and light up a nearby paddock or national park. Fire season is strange when you live in a larger rural town, you know that there are people nearby who are being directly affected, but your own home is under no threat. I guess it’s like a mild case of survivor’s guilt, the upside being that there never seems to be a lack of people willing to help those who have suffered a loss.
The other thing that infuriates me about summer is business attire. There is something particularly stupid about turning up the air-conditioning in a building so that people can continue to wear suits and ties when outside the temperature is climbing. It wasn’t always this way, I remember as a kid seeing the tailored shorts and long socks appearing in all of the stores around town, but ubiquitous air-con and a self inflated sense of self importance put an end to that some time in the 80’s. There’s no more galling example of this than the debacle surrounding the air-conditioning at the UN climate change summit in Bali last month, if people aren’t going to change their ways even a little bit then it will take a very nasty shock to shake them out of their complacency.
Now go close your curtains.