The main street of our nearest town Picton is going underwater again currently, the second "1 in 200 year" flood since 2016.
 
Many shops took a year or two to re-open, and I like many others spent a day down helping strip soaked shops into skips, their devastated owners unable to fully comprehend the scale of their losses.
 
With our government doing very close to nothing to help slow down the changing climate (our state MP Nathaniel Smith MP has posted encouraging everyone to "pray for the rain to slow down", a month or so after various fellow conservative politicians were asking us to "pray for rain" to put out the bushfires), the most sensible suggestion I have seen thus far is to consider moving these shops to other nearby centers on higher grounds, like Thirlmere. Abandon at least parts of this historic town and become climate refugees on the outskirts of Sydney, as a pragmatic response to government inaction.
 
But tonight I'm worried about our friends and local shopkeepers in Picton who are anxiously watching the water rise.
 
(We have a few drips in our house, and the animals are pretty miserable but still undercover in the stables, so nothing compared to what's happening down the hill)

Camden-Narellan Advertiser Article

As I've written about this amazing woman's assistance at our school during my transition:

"Once we’d decided to tell the kids, I booked some time with the principal and explained that after the break our kids would return with two mums.
I was a little worried about how she might respond, but I wasn’t asking for permission, I was explaining what was going to happen. Despite it being a tiny school in the country, the principal’s first response was: ‘Well you aren’t the first!’ I certainly wasn’t expecting that! We are currently the only LGBTI family at our school, but have immersed ourselves in the community and found broad support. "

Thanks so much Sharon for such a huge piece of leadership that has meant so much to all of us, as well as guiding all three of our kids plus many more towards adulthood.

My favourite thing about January 26th in Australia is that it means the blackberries are ready to harvest.

If you are going to invade a native population uninvited and take over, at least be tasty.

Country Shopkeeper: Bit warm
Me: Good weather for a beer!
CS: Sorry we've closed but feel free to grab one
Me: *surveys the really poor options in the fridge*
Me: Any cider, or Coopers maybe?
CS: We sell lots of Carlton Cold?
Me: ok then... *grabs long-neck of substance I last consumed last millennium*
CS: Because you're only a small girl, don't drink it too fast!
Me: ok sure *rolls eyes, sniggers*
CS: I'll wrap it in paper so you can be like one of the boys
Me: *somehow resists saying "nah, been there, done that"*

I do love country folk :)