I’ve mentioned before that we live next to a river. Well, the river has gone through some…changes since Saturday.
Last week still, it looked something like this:
Saturday we had a fair amount of rain, both here and in the catchment area, and it looked like this:
This morning we were woken by frantic knocking at our door. It looked like this:
Apparently the catchment area received a lot more rain last night and the river overflowed its banks, flooding our access road. Reportedly the guys at disaster management called the fire department to notify us, but the fire department didn’t know where our building was. A comforting thought.
Luckily, we’re all Afrikaners in the building and the saying goes, ‘n Boer maak ‘n plan(a Boer makes a plan). So, we cut the fence of the animal park next door and evacuated the cars that way round. The fire department showed up (eventually) and cut the lock on the access gate to the park and we could get out. Our parking area has been temporarily relocated to the security firm who’s our neighbour on the other side:
In the hour since I’ve taken these pics the water level has risen by about another three inches. Now it would have been too late to evacuate our cars.
I have to get to work now, but I’ll be back later with more updates and more photos. Have a great day. Mine’s turning out to be quite exciting.
Hey, today’s title sounds like it could fit on the cover of a George RR Martin novel, doesn’t it?
We have a bit of a storm building up today. We’ve had several good storms this week, and if I say ‘storm’ I mean severe lightning storms with gale-force winds, rain falling so fast you get drenched stepping out of your car to under the umbrella, and sometimes hail stones the size of pigeon eggs (one or two places have had storms in the past few weeks where the hail stones reached the size of cricket balls).
While it might sound a bit extreme, it’s the type of weather I grew up with. It’s how the weather is supposed to be here at this time of year, which is very good. The past two rainy seasons we’ve had way below average rainfall, so we’re due for a good soaking. Living next to a river it does lead to some stress, for if it overflows its banks we have to move our cars as our access road then becomes submerged and the river has even pushed up into our parking area on occasion. On the other hand, thanks to the stormy weather the wife lies very close to me at night – she’s almost as afraid of thunder as she is of heights 😉
NaNo is going well. I’m moving the characters to the second setting of the story and introducing a few new ones, so it’s going more slowly than I would like, but I’m steadily catching up and hope to be ahead by the end of the weekend. But as promised I’ll take a break tomorrow to bring you that review of Jim Butcher’s Side Jobs – my first foray into the world of Harry Dresden.
But what I really want to get to: I woke up this morning with a song in my head and I’d thought I’d share it with you. This is one of those songs that made me cry the first time I heard it and every time since. Enjoy a great song by a great performer.
(By the way, thank goodness the seventies are over. I don’t think I’d have made it if I had to wear pants like those…)
I can’t believe that it’s already the halfway mark of National Novel Writing Month. While I’m not yet caught up on my words, as you can see from the image below it’s going much better than it did when I had made my last update.
For the past few days I’ve been managing a daily word count of over two thousand words and I’m catching up. At the moment I’m wrapping up the climax of the first act of my novel after which I’ll have to do a spot of planning again to incorporate the new ideas that have popped into my head while writing the first twenty-two thousand, which will include coming up with names for a couple of new supporting characters, but I don’t foresee any major problems and I hope to be caught up and maybe even ahead by Friday. (By the way, that’s one horrible run-on sentence I wrote there, isn’t it? I hope none of them have made it into the novel thus far.) Continue reading “On the half-way mark”→
I’ve decided that the car’s tyre is number three in the trio of bad luck that have apparently invaded my life.
Friday morning I went to a fitment centre and they advised me to rather replace the damaged tyre. You can’t fit a new tyre on only one side of the car, so I asked them to place the tyre from the spare wheel on the other side, but it turned out to be a different size from the tyres on the mag wheels, so I had to fit new tyres both sides. Price: R1700 ($170 at the current exchange rate, but if that doesn’t seem like a lot, it’s about 15% of my salary I earned as a teacher).
I sighed in resignation and told them to go ahead – tyres and suspension are two areas of a car where you never skimp on maintenance. If you value your life and those of your passengers, that is.
They say bad things come in threes. Now, I’m not superstitious, but this week has an ominous feel to it.
First, if you missed my rant on Sunday, I didn’t get that job I was hoping for. That in itself would have been bad enough. What made it worse is that they never let me know that I didn’t get it but I only found out when they posted a photo of the guy who did get it on Facebook. (If you try to read that particular post now you’ll find that it’s set to private – I needed to vent but I’d rather not let the anger and bitterness permanently affect my home page.)