It’s now about as late as late May gets without drifting into June. This is the time Territorians call the Dry Season; imaginatively named to contrast it with the Wet Season. Basically they’re the same except one of them is humid and rainy and the other one isn’t.
Or isn’t it? In the most meteorologically unseasonable display for some time, Darwin’s skies are still full of grey cumulo-nimbus clouds, and the daytime routine refuses to settle into the more familiar 31 degrees, 40% humidity and see you in September. Apparently it’s been the hottest May since the seventies. However, local news teams assure us that the climate will be resuming regular services from Monday onwards. And about time too.
There are other indications that a change in season is on the way.
I really don’t know how, but I got a part in the Midsummer Night’s Dream production I auditioned for on a whim a few weeks back. I’m playing a mechanical flute, or something like that. I don’t know, it’s all a bit modern and bizarre for me. Shakespeare, eh?
And I’m now appearing semi-regularly in the worship band for a local church. I was on keys and vocals this morning, despite not having heard any of the songs before. As is ever my way, I’m not sure I’d ever call this congregation home, but it’s serving as a perfectly functional metaphorical portable tabernacle for the moment.
Tonight I managed to do laundry and cook a reasonably palatable insta-parmy at the same time. Even six months ago, there’s no way I would ever have even contemplated cooking and doing anything else at the same time.
Yes… I know. Shut up. It’s an achievement, okay?
I once again managed not get clean bowled at my cricket game today. True, I spooned a long-hop back to the bowler for a duck, but that’s beside the point. As with so many other facets of my life, I am now finding new and creative ways to go about my day-to-day and week-to-week operations. Next weekend, I plan to experiment with LBW.
Oh yeah, and for some reason I seem to have a beard at the moment. As far as portents that something weird is up go, that's got to count for something, right?
Okay, I’m not good with cricket bats or with omens, and I have an infamous proficiency for missing things that are right in front of me. But I can’t shake the feeling that a cool change is coming. I just don’t know what it is.
Give me your hands if we be friends
And Robin shall restore amends
Garry with 2 Rs