Another Fine Example Of The No-Glow Policy

Anyone have any idea what I can make for dinner with three potatoes, half a head of lettuce, some beef mince (ground beef) and six eggs that need to be used up because they got soaked in fermenting watermelon juice (don’t ask)?

Yeah, me neither.

We’re in the middle of a long weekend here. Which is just as well, because it’s eleven hundred degrees and the butter I used to cook a ‘cheat’s cheesecake’ (boxed mix) this afternoon melted just sitting on the benchtop for five minutes. I suppose I should be thankful we’re saving the electricity by not running the microwave - that 25 seconds probably kept the airconditioner running another three tenths of a second!

Last night, we braved the heat to attend a night football game (this is Aussie Rules football, not like the Americans who have to strap themselves up in padding and weird shoulder whatsits, LOL). The maximum temperature of the day hit directly before kickoff time. We were sitting in the stands on plastic chairs. I was wearing jeans (stupid, stupid woman). When we stood up for the national anthem and my thighs seperated from each other (and the chair), they made an impressive ’sssloch’ sound from within the denim. I’d have been embarrassed except for the fact that the entire stadium joined in the impromptu choir by suffering the same fate.

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Here are the teams lining up during the anthem. See, no padding. It was the NAB Cup Grand Final, which is just a fancy way of saying it was the final of the 4-week ‘pre-season’ period, not the season proper - that starts in a week or two and runs until late September. The Adelaide Crows are the fancy guys in red, yellow and blue. The St Kilda Saints are the other guys (boo!) Given that it was an Adelaide home game, 98.7% of the folks in the crowd were Crows supporters which made for a comical crowd response any time St Kilda got a goal.

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I wish I could tell you who these players were but two things spring to mind. First, nobody outside of Australia (and perhaps even outside of Adelaide?) would know who I was talking about. And second, I’m a girl. I know nothing about football. It is rather impressive to see them jump so high though. The ball is about ten feet above their heads at this point. Normally, football is a winter sport. After yesterday, I completely understand why.

(Note to self/others: Trying to be smart and economical by making your own sandwiches for a picnc really doesn’t pan out well when you use globs of mayonnaise on deli meat and then let it stew in the heat for two hours. Suck up the expense and spring for ridiculously-overpriced stadium food. It will taste like manna from heaven after warm ranch dressing - ick).

In the end, the Crows lost. But in our defence, it was really, really hot. The poor guys running around on the oval would have been drinking Gatorade by the keg. When we left the game at 9:30 pm it was still around 33ºC (91ºF). I practically sat on top of the dashboard airconditioner vent while we waiting for the carpark to clear enough for us to peel out. The kids fell asleep on the way home, though I think the main highlight of the evening for them was being out (way) past their bedtimes.