Yesterday was hot, and the ducks on the road into Strathalbyn sat too close to the road and refused to move. People came into the shop and said, ‘God, it’s hot!’
Today is cold, rain in the morning and people coming in and saying, ‘My God, this is strange.’
One man said that a second ago, it was summer.
His girlfriend said that she doubted it, and would he pay for her books.
He said, ‘How am I supposed to do that?’ But he paid for the books and looked pleased.
She said, ‘I love this weirdy weather, you can read in it.’
He said, ‘I know.’
She pointed out that he didn’t like reading.
He said, ‘I know, but I might be going to start,’ and he looked around for a book to start with.
She said, ‘I don’t believe you’, and looked pleased with him.
Artwork by Pascal Campion
Dark outside, not cold. We’ve had rain and all night the garden was drinking. This morning, it just lay there.
Robert came into the shop this morning, furious because his friend had a joint when he was 16 years old, and now at 60, can’t get a job. He said the government has ruined this country. I am glad he came in. I always feel better, adjusted and balanced, whenever Robert visits. It is a calibration of sorts. I forget what is valuable. Now I remember again.
A lady bought The Blind Assassin, Caleb’s Crossing, The Awakening, and Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.
A man told be about Charlie Chaplin. His wife said, ‘Come along, that’s enough of Charlie Chaplin.’
I was advised to read History of the Rain. I ordered a 1902, first edition copy of Ethel Turner’s Little Mother Meg. This is for Lily, an eleven year old collector with a discerning eye for vintage. Scott raced past but didn’t come in, although he grinned evilly through the door. Someone hit their head on one of my hanging balloons and said, ‘Damn these decorations. Where’s the bakery?’
The sun’s out. The next person will tell me about it.
The next person is Robert, back again and who never notices the weather anyway, so I get to tell him about it. He says he’s waiting for the government to start taxing us for it!
This morning is sunny again, there was not so much rain after all. A knot of three good friends stand up against the shop window to discuss the problem of rain. Because it won’t come.
The rain, it’s shy this year.
It is, Mavis, why don’t you get out there, get it organised.
I’ve got a garden show this morning, after that, it can come, blast it. Needs to wait off till two. Then I’ll allow it.
Well, well then, hope it obliges. You’re a card! That’s what I say!
You don’t anything, Hank!
Then they all shrieked with laughter, picked up their bags and stepped carefully onward to the next part of their day: the information centre, Woolworths, an autumn garden show.