Sleep Deprivation and Drunkenness
Sounds great doesnt it?
Basically, I am suffering from one, and well… I wish I was from the other.
Have you ever noticed how rolling-eyed, thick-tongued drunk you can get on no sleep, too much Red – Bull late in the afternoon on a warm day?
That would be me.
I’ve had so much Red Bull and Creaming Soda, I swear that I can feel my fingernails growing.
We’re today here at the home of Toothbrush Three, I made it out here FINALLY early yesterday morning. I departed Darwin about 3 and then…. Mom, I’m sorry, I picked up a hitch-hiker whose car had broken down.
I know it had broken down – I saw it about 8km back from where he was hitch-hiking the 5kms on to the service station. Dont start me about people who drive in the NT without filling their fuel tank.
For my other Good Deed – I gave him some water – he had 13 kms to hike back to his car.
And then I was driving behind a caravan. In the dark.
Now – Grey nomads looooooove the Territory. These people retire. They sit at home until they’re sick of staring at each other and then: they have a brainwave.
With little or NO towing experience, they’ll buy a caravan and drive around Australia, very very slowly.
Come on! Its their lifetime ambition. See Australia… In a Caravan….
Anyway – cutback to me speeding along through smoky air (burn-offs..) and suddenly, the lights in front do something *off*. And then there’s much more lights…
And the caravan in front has jumped off the back of the towing car.
I pulled up (love my brakes – saved me this morning too) and found two “mature” people, husband and wife. Neither of whom had any idea what to do about a caravan that was revelling in its new found freedom, only being attached to its parent car by a chain.
In the dark, wearing my HighVis shirt (if I die being hit by a passing road train – I’ll die colourful), and wielding a jack, I raised the caravan to the level at which the jockey wheel could be swung down, and then rearranged the whole car/caravan mess. In the dark – at 0430.
however dot dot dot (i spell them out because I have some issues here)
Maybe I’m overdoing the whole “Safety Officer Thing” but… I pull my horse float (with my horses inside it, using my car) with one of the larger examples of Toyota’s 4WD family, and I invested $280 in having an electronic brakes package fitted so that the whole thing stops when I need it to.
These people had underestimated the tow vs weight equation of their Holden and really had no concept of what 1200kg of caravan etc does to your car’s handling.
Anyway – sleep deprivation: when I finally made it back to Toothbrush 3’s little house, I remembered one of the reasons I prefer the Land of Shiny Rocks better is that I like that bed more, and the mattress protector is much more comfysome than this one here. Also – that airconditioner is quieter than it is here. Trust me – its a big issue.
So, I didnt sleep much; which had the plus side of giving me time to work on The Gown. Lack of batteries hinder photos but it *IS* coming along. Will post some on the weekend when you can, like me, marvel on how so much time can result in so many stitches which have no measurable result!
I have nearly finished the pattern for the Avatar afghan (as promised on http://www.crochetville.org ) and I’ll post that on the weekend.
For the entertainment factor, I have also tried to mentally catalogue just how much yarn I have in The Stash and realised that I am seriously approaching that condition known as SABLE – Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.
If I were to never buy another ball of yarn again (perish the thought!) I would have enough to crochet for the rest of my life. Possibly because I would die from not being allowed to buy any more yarn.
Tomorrow is Friday which means one more night of Insomnia vs The Airconditioner, and then home!
Ooooh… and the post office has goodies for me again!