Apart from being the month when horses in the southern
hemisphere have a birthday arrangement, meaning regardless of the actual date
on which they were born they all turn a year older on the first day of the
month, August is the month which trails
along after July and takes up the calendar space before September.
It’s a winter month and has very little to recommend it
unless you are a keen skier and like to make the most of any snow that has
fallen on your favourite skiing mountain.
The AFL football season is drawing to a close and football fans are
either buoyed up for finals hopes on their team’s recent form or they are
attempting to resign themselves to yet another year of Not Making the Top
Eight.
On my August horizon
is the prospect of the Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF), which
means poring over the paper program and deciding which films will make it onto
my See This list. I have already made my
decisions and a handful of choices are waiting in the wings; those which fit
into a short time frame at the very beginning of the Festival. I made these
decisions a couple of weeks ago when my August plans revolved around a hospital
stay early in the month.
Nothing, it seems, is set in stone. Last week I picked up some cold germs and
although I have recovered from the worst of the cold I have been forced to face
up to the idea the surgery might have to be postponed. An August health hazard, the prime season for
the ‘flu and common colds.
Sigh and groan.
I wait to hear what
happens next.
I am not happy.
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