Lighter and brighter

It's raining outside my office and I have to go to a meeting soon, a meeting I have to walk to, a meeting that I will be drenched by the time I reach. Too close to get a taxi, too far to stay dry.

On the weekend, we were going to have a party at Karra but it's meant to rain then too and I've just sent out a text message calling it off.

Partly I'm sad about that, partly the thought of pulling together a party by Sunday night - Queensland has Monday off - was also making me a bit angst-ridden. Because that's the thing about Karra, you can't just rock up there at any time you please with no supplies and expect to order take-away or drop down to the pub for dinner.

On Karra there is no take-away and there is no pub.

Lists have to be written, jobs and meals delegated, cars arranged and barges booked. Mattresses found, sheets washed, eskis packed, people instructed, consulted, informed, mediated.

All jobs that inevitably fall into my lap because they stress Dan out too much.

The idea of it was bogging me down almost as much as the weather at the moment.

I think we will still go over this Sunday but perhaps we'll just take a couple of friends, not 10. That way, we can curl up in front of the fire when the skies open, crack a few bottles of red and relax.

We'll save the party idea for a time when the sky is lighter and brighter.