Monday, 17 November 2008

Bloody hell Norah...

We had the most amazing storm last night. In the height of it I could see nothing outside but white. The media called it a cyclone. We are not in a cyclone area so that took us a bit - okay a bloody lot - by surprise. Now is traditionally storm season in Queensland when 4pm hits and the skies go dark and people has the candles and torches ready. The thing is we just haven’t had a storm season in years because of the drought. Last storm season I can remember would have been 2004 when a storm took out the front windows in the sunroom. I was pleased with this as I hated the 1970’s yellow glass in them so I consider as acts of god go that was an excellent one. I like storms. I like the drama– the crashing, vivid streaks of lightning and the wildness of the moment. But this was beyond that. It was dangerous. I consider myself lucky that the power did not go out nor was I one of those people that the many emergency vehicles with sirens blaring were racing to – and the old windows held. I was lucky.

At 3:30am this morning I was outside with the mosquitoes and spiders cutting up branches and putting the backyard into some vague order. I would like to say there is something cathartic at 3:30am before work on a Monday morning cutting up big fallen branches from the huge-arsed-god-only-know-how-old-melaleuca tree but there’s not. It’s hard, steamy, scratchy yakka (work). But at least the house is in one piece.

So everything is cut and dumped out the front in neat bundles tied up in old panty hose. Panty hose are amazing things. You can do so much with them because the stretch and are pretty damn resilient. May we all be so.

So I was lucky. Others weren’t. I can’t imagine what it is like to see your house destroyed. It’s a good reminder of the fact the Mother Nature can be an absolute premenstrual bitch if she wants to be and as a woman I am sure there is some perfectly irrational yet intensely logical reason why she did what she did so I can’t be too hard on her. I’ve probably would have done the same thing.
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for