Dealing with the daftness of life

I have the same strange almost-migraine I had a little while ago. That 'little while ago' was when the weather shifted and we got that rather whacky heatwave. The one that had SE Australia as the hottest place on earth.

What's really strange about the almost-migraine is having to wear my down dressing gown when it was thirty degrees (that's Celsius, US friends) because my inner temperature was nose-diving. On days like this I'm snippy at stupid things. Or at people who are robustly cheerful in my direction. One poor friend got a taste of my snippiness because they thought that scanning 250 photos was a pleasurable activity for a long weekend. I'd rather have spent the day with friends, but no friends were offering. I couldn't go out by myself because of bushfire smoke and because of my gammy left leg/foot. So I was snippy. Last time I was snippy it was Al Baxter who copped it, and he took it like a gentleman. He didn't even know I was suffering an almost-migraine. I owe him a beer, I think.

The advantage of being stuck at home during a long weekend (with occasional seeing-of-friends - I'm not as isolated as I make out, these days) is how much work I get done. I haven't had a single long weekend in months, though, and I like them. They're a nice break, and replenish the social part of my being and etc. Much etc. Scanning photos doesn't even begin to make up for missing this one, nor does working on matters medieval.

So... I want to go to the Canberra Show. It's in a few weeks. I'm happy to go with children, with significant others, with almost anyone who doesn't mind walking through pavilions with me. I like the pavilions. All the pavilions. I like seeing the prize-winning goats eating their ribbons. I like watching the sheep-shearing and the judging. I'm happy to hold bags and applaud wildly while people go on their favourite rides. I only have one favourite ride, but I have great patience for the favourite rides of others.

Only I have to go on the Friday, before lunch, when it's cheap. And I need a lift, because of the idiot appendage. I'd be delighted to stay for the fireworks, because I've never managed to do that and it would be cool. I'm delighted to bring my share of a picnic or even two picnics. And I really like all the pavilions, including the showbag one. I don't think I actually want any showbags this year, but how can I know if I don't talk them all through exhaustively with an under-ten? I want to visit all the government stalls and score many free pens. I want to ask the snake expert questions and see if there's a swimming pig competition this year.

I can promise to wear comfortable shoes, be dressed like someone you really don't want to know (but I'll leave the down dressing gown at home, just for you), and to enjoy myself thoroughly.

I also want to go to the Multicultural Festival. I'm very tired of being so very small-lifed. With the Multicultural Festival I want to visit all the stalls and eat food and wish my bottom left appendage would let me join in the with the dancing. About the only overlap with the Show is the scoring of free pens.

The big question is "Does anyone want to join me?" And the secondary question is "Can you fit me in your car?"

I can provide accommodation for non-Canberra friends who are overwhelmed by the thought of seeing prize cattle and obtaining their very own showbags.