Over a week of topping 40 is becoming just a tad monotonous. Coupled with a distinct lack of rain, it's hard to put a spring in your step heading out the door of a morning.
The big fella and I headed to Bottle Tree a couple of days ago with a few quick jobs to bowl over. With yet another post-40 day expected we left the kids in the air-conditioning in town.
First job on the list: Replace a clutch cylinder in the Bottle Tree work-ute. At least we were in the shade of the shed, but sauna-like conditions saw temperaments tested. Particularly as we got to the pointy end and realised the part picked up on the way through town was the wrong one. That poor young girl's ears will still be burning.
Second job: Remove back wheel and sheared brake drum (or something like that) from four-wheeler. (Thanks Sarah). Apparently we didn't have the right tools. Abort job two.
Thirdly: With temperature now over forty, head out to Back Bore Paddock to pull bore at a mill not pumping.
Climb mill approximately eleven times.
Empty water bottle.
Burn hands on hot tools.
At 43 degrees decide to return on cool morning to complete task with necessary parts and cooler tools.
Thankfully back at Rock Wallaby, the pool is open for business.
With a cheap gazebo erected as shade, the water temperature is slightly below that of soup, at least less than that of the surrounding atmosphere.
Late afternoon dips are proving popular, perhaps moreso than bathing for some younger members of the team. The big fella has one more week off work. Though the phone has started ringing. Too dry for too long, people have cattle to shift.
The rain's coming this week though I'm told, so you'll be lucky to get trucks on ramps. Time to clean the gutters, stock up on flour and pull out the 1000 piece jigsaw.
We'll be waiting.