It happened. Taylor and Travis got married…
I can’t tell you how disappointed that Show and I didn’t get an invite to the TT wedding. I am a huge Swifty, but obviously, Taylor hadn’t heard that. I’m sure she would have invited all of her fans if she could have, because she just seems to be that type of person, doesn’t she? A lovely soul.
We were quite devastated that we didn’t get an invite to the wedding
While New York was shutting down around Madison Gardens, Shadow and I decided to lick our wounds by doing a brothel tour with our friend Donna. That was after we’d been out to Karalee Rocks to do a bit of a cook’s tour. We were scouting for new places for me to set my books, and I’d been to Karalee Rocks before and had been fascinated by the history. It’s a huge granite rock that catches water for the 45-50million litre dam that is next to it.
Did you know that back in 1932, the Western Australian government declared war on emus out there? That’s because the emus were coming in and fouling the water by bathing and shitting in it. It was the only water source for miles and miles (it’s near Southern Cross), and the water was used for the steam trains and town water, back then.
So the government, in their wisdom, set a group of soldiers on the granite hill with machine guns to try and get rid of the hundreds of emus that were coming in. The dam was the emu’s only water source, too. It didn’t go well! The government lost that war.
Interestingly, the granite outcrop, which is 71 hectares of water catchment, had a stone wall erected around the edge of it, channelling the water into the dam by a huge half pipe.
The stone wall
It’s so clear the mother of invasion is necessity. It’s pretty hard to live in 45 degree heat without much water.
So while Shadow, Donna and I were investigating Karalee Rocks, the two T’s were citing their vows. It’s nice to see that some stories have happy beginnings after a few shit relationships. Considering (thanks to my domestic violence background) I’m usually a bit of a downer on marriage and all things love, I am admitting it’s lovely to see these two as happy as they are. I hope that happiness is never just a show for the cameras.
Shadow riding as shotgun as she’s allowed to
I’ve got to tell you, it was so good to get back into the red dirt and freezing cold of the goldfields (not that it was as cold as I thought it would be). In a few weeks, I’m going to Alice Springs, and it will be doubly cold up there. That never bothers me. I love the cold more than the heat; it makes me feel so alive.
Anyway, I’m back at my desk after researching places to kill my next victim/character in The Runner. The setting for said murder has been found, so I now Imust write.
Have a wonderful week.
