The guts of summer


For the first time this summer, I got to sit down to a test match on TV. I had followed the Aus v Indian series very sporadically up until now. I guess that’s because we were required to be self isolating and so stayed home pretty much the whole time.

On Saturday, Tress did some vacuuming around the house while I gave the deck and the furniture on it, a good cleaning. I’m hoping to oil it the first chance I get after this. The weber cover got a good cleaning too and it’s much less painful to look at now.

The cleaning activities only took Tress and I half a day so we had the rest of the day to unwind, and I did so by mainly watching the Aussies battling it out with the Indians. I has been a fascinating series so far. We won in Adelaide and had expected a whitewash of sorts after that, as Kohli, their superstar batsman and captain had returned to India for the birth of a child. He may have been distracted by domestic duties but his teammates were 100% focused on the task at hand. They beat us convincingly in Melbourne. With the series tied 1-1, the Sydney Test was always going to be intriguing.

As I write this, India is on a run chase with 8 wickets in hand. This is the last day of play. I wished I could continue watching but a steam of work emails had come in even over the weekend, and I had spent the better part of this morning teeing up all my tasks, to which I must return shortly. “A lot going on”, said my boss in an email a short while ago. Indeed, and I must play my role.

It will be very hot today, promising a 38 degrees maximum. Tress and I also had a couple of meals cooked on the weber over the weekend, and I’ve been working on the sprinklers too. At home with the cricket commentary on the TV as background sound, the heat, the weber firing and the sprinklers running. Summer is well and truly here.