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My weather-sense says that things are changing. The Bureau of Meteorology translates this into gales on the slopes.

If there is a way of transforming a weather sense that produces migraines into one that produces big toes that feel vulnerable, just let me know how to make the trade, please. I won't sacrifice my soul, but I might be prepared to make a really good chocolate cake as payment.

Talking about transformations, one of my nieces has just undergone a major one.

I have her permission to blog this. I needed to get her permission because she terrified me tonight. She was polite and funny and altogether nice. Until she spoke and said those polite and funny and altogether nice things, I was swimming in oceans of silence. Her silences are suddenly intentional and intimidating and I felt I had to inform her "You're a teenager." "I know," she said. She also said not to worry, that she was still my niece. I told her that this scared me more. I meant to ask her about emo, but such silences are very hard to fill with edgy topics and we stuck to talking about books.

May 2013

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