And then the rains came. About twenty minutes after the previous post the enormous thunderstorm that had lashed other parts of Perth struck my area. It was like the sky opened and just dropped a small ocean of water in our neighbourhood. The sky was black and lowering, lightning flashed, and the streets ran like rivers.
I was cooking dinner, and waiting for Marianne and Sophie to get home safely, which they did, when I thought I’d better call my mother. It was planned she’d babysit for the evening because we were going out. Well. Things weren’t going as well for her. The rain had dropped where she was too, was pouring down her driveway and into her garage, and was threatening to flood her entire house. I could tell from the edge of panic in her voice that she simply wasn’t coping with what was happening, so I jumped in the car and drove over (after trying to contact my sister, who lives on the same street).
By the time I arrived a neighbour had popped over to see if mum was ok, had found the street gutters blocked and cleared them, had found the garage gutters blocked and cleared them, and the water was subsiding. The house was safe, but the garage (which was full of stuff) was water damaged. It had also shaken mum pretty badly. Mum’s always been the pragmatic, practical one who could triage a situation and get things fixed quickly. She’s now older, and I think needs more help because things like this tend to flummox her. We ended up spending a bit of time cleaning up and draining the water away, before I headed home. We’d decided after a quick confab that the girls would visit Nan’s, my sister and her partner would come over, and we’d go to see Lyle Lovett.
The girls were excited by this. We dropped them round at about 6.30pm to find everything stabilised, and headed to the Concert Hall. Traffic was at a terrible standstill on the way out of the city, but our journey there and back was uneventful. Support act Kasey Chambers was fine, if a bit raucous, while Lovett and his Large Band were spectacularly good. It’d been a while since we’d listened to his stuff, so we mostly didn’t know the two and a half hours of music they played, but it was mordant, melancholy, sometimes funny, and sometimes rowdy: A fine evening and a concert well worth the trouble of attending.
We picked up the girls at around 11.30pm and had them in bed, sleepy, not long after. I then opted to sleep in and grab a cab to get to work. The longest commute I’ve yet had, and the most expensive cab ride. Traffic lights were out, trees destroyed and goodness knows what property damage.
I’m now flying solo at work and everyone’s keeping an eye on the weather. Whew!