Baby its cold outside...

The last couple of mornings I have noticed something. Its cold outside and it’s surprised me. Yes, it’s almost winter in Australia. Yes, it does get cold. Yes, you would think I would factor that in when the chill hits me but that thing is I live in Brisbane. We’re a little odd here. Brizzie dwellers refuse to believe winter will come. Why? Because we want to believe it’s always sunny in Queensland - the sunshine state - and that winter is for everyone else. So as the first blasts of cold air hit us in the face we’re always surprised, bordering on refusing to believe or accept winter. We’ll moan and whine and generally crap on about how wrong it is to be cold and when spring warms us up we’ll forget all about the cold until next year when we’ll act surprised once more. As I said, we’re a little odd, a tad quirky but fantastic, occasionally delusional, people.

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And the ants shall lead the way…

I was sitting on the back steps last night contemplating my navel, metaphorically that is, it’s too scarred to actually look at, and I was wondering about life and stuff I could have done better and the whole why-didn’t-I-do-this-or-that-or-the-other thing when I saw all these ants. Actual ants – not metaphorical ants…and I said to myself – what the bloody hell is going on here? We have been inundated by ants at the moment in Brizzie. I don’t know whether it’s like a sign of the apocalypse or something – you know the whole biblical plague of locust thing – but we have had a shit load of ants around at the moment. Why? What are they doing and more importantly why did they keep crawling up the legs of my sleep shorts when I was trying to be all deep and meaningful? You can’t do that and brush ants from your knickers.

The answer of course was to stop being all deep and meaningful and just get on with life and forget about all the other stuff that gets in the way…that and get up and stop the ants in my pants. Have you ever noticed ants never stop moving? They keep moving and never falter in what they are doing. I seriously doubt they get all wound up about things or wonder about stuff. I think they’re probably too busy ensuring their survival to worry about navel gazing – actually they probably don’t have a navel so that probably makes it easier for them to just deal with life. I believe all the problems of life centre around having a navel…it’s one of my many theories…

So here’s to ants – pragmatic little buggers who I intend to be more like.

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