multiple sclerosis

Household Habits, Outside and Inside

Well today was a day of potential danger, but of enjoyment too, if inwardly laughing at someone who is ridiculously (in your opinion) scared. Many things in and around our homes can be both dangerous and fun too.


Swimming pools are a good example of this, and at the other end of the temperature scale you have fire. Fires are lovely things to see, with those gloriously flickering orange/yellow/red flames. I’m not so keen on the swimming pool we have in the backyard, but my husband is. I acknowledge of course that a swimming pool is excellent for rapidly cooling in the stinking hot summers we have in South Australia where I live.

Fires though, I love watching a fire burning under control. We had some dried wood lying around our place, that had been there in the sun,k drying out for some time, and today was the day to ‘deal with it’. So Graham dragged all of the bigger branches together, and set fire to them. Whoosh up they went. I love the fires like that, beautiful!

Graham started the fire, and a little later I got involved, adding smaller branches, trying to place them so they encouraged the fire. Today was lovely outside, and there was a gentle breeze, so the smoke was wafting all around, which was a little challenging at times. Sometimes I feel like I’m a smoke magnet, today every time I tried to get out of the smoke the breeze blew it after me, it seemed at times. Haha!

I’m not sure how long exactly I stayed outside with the fire, adding dead twigs and dried out weeds. Graham went back inside and I stayed out there with the fire, revelling in its glory. I know I have the power to put out that kind of fire, with just a few minutes with the garden hose, so it’s not that unsafe as long as I’m careful. So I stayed with it, as it slowly burnt itself almost out, with ash and almost burnt up branches left to smoulder for a while.

Then I come back inside, and judging by the way I was feeling, I realised I’d allowed myself to get too hot, and I’d been standing up for too long. I’m certainly feeling the effects of it all now, sitting down again inside where there is only a normal inside temperature instead of a fiercely burning fire. Multiple Sclerosis is like that. You can be feeling almost ‘normal’ doing things anyone else might be able to do, then you overheat, or get fatigued, and watch out! the MS has hit you again.

Cooling down and resting for a while are both helping me, and fortunately I feel fine now. It’s a good thing I’m feeling fine too, because not that long ago, after I’d been sitting on the sofa for a while, Graham said ‘Watch out, Spider!’

He didn’t shriek, but I looked and immediately got up – he said I’d better get rid of the spider or he’d kill it. I knew he meant it too, because he really, really, really doesn’t like spiders. I looked where he pointed, and there was a huntsman (I guess), not the biggest I’ve ever seen, but not the smallest either. The spider was on the sofa I was sitting on, on the back part, where Graham’s head would have been, if he’d sat down like he was going to before he saw the unwanted visitor.

along came a spider

(This is a spider I’d rescued on another day, before Graham saw it and killed it)

I told him to get me the dustpan and brush and I’d take it outside. He went to the kitchen and I got up to take the dustpan and take the spider outside. I’ve done this lots of times. I don’t mind those big spiders, but Graham hates them, so I know the best thing for me to do if I ever see one inside is to take it out and release it to the ‘wild’ outside somewhere, away from the doors, hoping it will stay outside where Graham won’t kill it …

Those poor spiders, but poor Graham too, of course. He has been able to get over a huge phobia that he had when we first moved out to the country. He feared spiders as much as I feared snakes, before I was able to get over my fear. My fear was a more realistic one of course – the snakes we see at our place could kill, if I was bitten by one, but a huntsman spider is harmless to a human. Ah well, Graham is big and brave and lovely in many ways, and he’s allowed to have his quirks, I may have a quirk or two myself!

Living in the country brings in so many fearful, feisty and fun things. Fire, dangerous creatures, scary ones, and beautiful things too – fire again, and the lovely birds that fly around us here, I wouldn’t move back the to the suburbs if you paid me to! I think country living is far superior – what do others think? I’d love to know, leave a message here!


Keeping Things Cool

When the weather heats up, it’s time to cool things down, whether in the garden or inside, coolness is a treasured thing … We’re fortunate to have good air conditioning inside our main room, and have the funds to easily pay for the power it uses. And outside in the backyard with have a green lawn, and shade on it for at least half of everyday, if we go outside.

I tried on and wore a dress I’d forgotten I had today, and that was certainly cool, no sleeves, and a comfortable fit for me, where I suspect it had been quite a bit tighter when I first got the dress. I’m not really a ‘dress’ kind of person, but who knows, maybe I could become one. Before I can wear the dress out, and away from home, I need to deal with the forests that are my legs though, a bit too hairy for comfort!

I wonder about that ‘too hairy’ thing though. Why can men show off hairy legs, but women usually opt for the tedium of hair removal when it crops up where ‘ladies’ shouldn’t be hairy? I have a spot on my chin that persistently wants to grow, and I tend to the wayward hairs a few times a week. My arms have hair on them, but not an excessive amount of hair, I don’t think, so I leave them well alone, and have never had comments about too much hair there.

My legs though, they need to have hair removed, or covered up. Most of the time, I wear pants when I go out, and so can leave my legs unshaven … Dresses though, in the hot summer we seem to be heading to, they will mean I have to deal with the hair, lest a spider feel I’ve stolen their legs … I’ve been told in the past hairy legs look like spiders legs, but can’t remember who said it.

along came a spider

Anyway, hairy legs are not a good look, unless one is intent of making a point about freedom, and who knows what else. I’ll keep the undergrowth clipped short, so as not to frighten anyone, or wear pants instead of dresses for the same reason.

Shaving is my main method of ridding my legs of hair, but I’m open to other methods, if I can be convinced of a better way. If you have your own hair removal method, please comment here, and give your ideas on the whole subject, I’m quite interested in thoughts on this one!