update 0930 hours, Sunday. This is what Hamish looks like.
update 1400 hours Friday. Mackay officially on cyclone alert.
The weather gods are taking another turn of the screw …there is a severe cyclone building up North. When I say “up North” I mean that it is far enough away not to be an immediate worry here, but it looks like coming South; even now coastal communities only a few hours away are on cyclone watch.
Hinchinbrook, Cardwell, about midway between Townsville and Cairns. To make the geography lesson simple: Townsville is about 4 hours drive north of us.
And Ingham. Remember Ingham?
That’s the town that had record rainfall (multiple times!) a few weeks ago when most news media were focused on southern bushfires. Well, Ingham’s inundated again! Thank goodness the worst of the bushfires are under control. But it will be years before bush regenerates and homes are rebuilt. And for some, the heartache of loss will never go away…
My brother sent me an amusing Youtube film this morning. I am a complete cyber dunce when it comes to embedding and live captures and all that stuff. So you’ll have to copy and paste the link. Deal with it!
With all the horrors in this world of ours, it’s good to see something that raises a smile, yes?
Actually, I was reminded of Marilyn Monroe standing over the sidewalk vent, with her skirt billowing…ah, you’re probably all too young to remember! Here’s a clip from http://www.onlineweblibrary.com
Did any of you ever see that movie, “The Seven Year Itch“? A huge hit in 1955, it became a Wilder classic. And Monroe’s line, all breathless and eye-lashy: “when it’s hot like this, you know what I do?[eyelash flutter] I keep my undies in the icebox!”
I hope it’s been re-mastered onto dvd at my local store ‘cos I think I’d like to see it again.
I cleaned my disgustingly dirty car the other day. Well, alright, this is maybe not blogworthy news, but it was a prettty big deal to me. I have to drive at least twice a day through road works and now that the asphalt’s being laid I’d got more than a few tarry splatters. And the interior was still wearing leaves and twigs from a tip trip.
Anyway…that night, when The Man came home , he said: “Wow! The car looks fabulous! I can see my reflection in the paint!”
“Thank you, dear,” said I.
“Oh, um, yes. I see you’ve cleaned the Toyota…”
He was, of course, referring to the Mustang. It may be coming home at the weekend so I’ll be doing a brag on the blog when it does!
Damn! I’ve just realised that the “extra” space I’d acquired in the carport is going to be reclaimed…
Betcha can’t wait for more! I’m off now to look for Geiger’s collar.