||[Jun. 9th, 2007|02:09 pm]
It's blowing gales outside, raining obnoxiously with the occasional cloudburst for good measure. I'm supposed to go to City Gym for a training session at 3:30, but I suspect I'll be calling it off. The weather was holding off somewhat this morning, but it's come roaring back this afternoon. Antarctica is being the grumpy old man reminding his old Gondwanan partner that he still has considerable weight to throw around. He already helped me fall arse-over leaving Darling Park this morning after a quick visit for house paperwork signing purposes became two hours of required training video watching. Leaving at 11-ish, I turned while walking across a wet metal grate and out went the legs and down I came on my dignity (arse). I was hoping the weekend storm would be another of those meteorologists' embarrassments, where dire warnings of Hadean conditions fizzle out to a tepid sprinkling and a few blown leaves. Not this time.|
So as yuriverse has already described, we are ensconced, mostly unpacked and organized, and snug in our waterfront bedroom watching the gusts rush first through the trees in Rushcutters Bay Park, then across the water of the bay. Every now and then the view blanks out as another heavy squall romps through, but there are still a few intrepid gulls flapping hard to stay in the same place and they're still there when the view clears again. And the lorikeets are still audible whenever he wind dies down enough.