I had to call on my powers of trust and flexibility today when all the power switches in my new house sit suddenly decided not to dispense power. My lap top has a battery that is so addicted to electrical power it barely condescends to perform on just the battery alone. In the middle of organising music for the next Ecstatic Dance I was frustrated and a curse or two may well have slipped from my lips as it rapidly became clear that something somewhere in this sweet dilapidated house had shorted out the system.
My Beloved was not at home and so I called on a friendly neighbour who upon investigation informed me that water had got into the pump that has been supplying us with lovely rain water. He turned it off and hallelujah, I had electrical current flowing through all the necessities of life, fridge, computer, kettle and toaster! But left with town water full of fluoride and chlorine as my drinking water it is just as well that we travel around with our own water supply. A quick trip to the shops this afternoon and we once again had water fit to drink! It still amazes me that we allow our governments to poison our water but that’s a topic for another post.
So here I am in the house I spent nine weeks in two years ago and how different my life has become since then. It was here that I began this blog and here that a huge python came to visit on the eve of the Summer Solstice 2012. It was the beginning of my journey towards my Beloved and so here is part one once again:
There is a sequel to my story of the Solstice night last Friday that I would like to share with you now, I felt it deserved a post all to itself. I should begin by telling you about the night before that, when I came home to find objects in the house slightly moved around, and in the bathroom some things had been knocked over and broken. I could not for the life of me work out what on earth could have done this, I had a sense that something had come in through the window but had no idea what it was.
So on the Solstice night I was in bed when I heard crashing sounds coming from the front room, I leaped out of bed and went rushing in to discover a huge python curling its way along the top of the shelves knocking things over as it went. The woman I am house sitting for does sandplay therapy and she had hundreds of little figures and objects which were now hurtling off the shelf in the wake of this slithering reptile, as a city girl I had never seen anything like it before in my life!
I had no idea what to do, the snake was obviously looking for a way out but it was heading away from the door and none of the windows in the room would open. There was also a smell of sewage and I cast around for the source of it only to find a huge pile of what I could only assume to be python poo, oh my goddess, letting go of the notion of sleep I set to and cleaned up the mess. The snake was still in the room and not looking like it had any intention of going out the door, in the end I had to go to bed with the connecting door to the rest of the house shut but I couldn’t leave the front door open so I had to let the whole thing go and hope that the morning would come with an answer to the question of what to do with the snake!
Still no camera but my python was very similar to this one, imagine having this slithering around your home!