At least that’s what the weather forecast says. And that’s why after my run this morning, I bought plenty of topsoil and fertiliser and put it all over the garden.
The only issue with this was that I chose to do it today, based solely on my weather app telling me about the rain. However, the same weather app also told me that it was foggy and cool this lunchtime:
It wasn’t. And while it would inaccurate to suggest that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky…
… it would certainly be (and absolutely was) much inaccurater to say that it was in any way “foggy”.
So that forecast certainly “mist” the mark, didn’t it?
I’m so sorry.
But since we’re having a bit of a pop, I also have to take issue with the assertion that it was 22oC. It was much closer to 32oC. And that was in the shade.
Hence, not only am I already up to 20,000 steps for the day, I’m almost certainly down at least a couple of kilos as well.
I’m been an incredibly blowy day in Cape Town and the Western Cape. Sustained 60kph winds with gusts into the mid-80s. The Fire Danger Index was red for most everywhere, and that forecast has proven to be wholly accurate, with fires… well… most everywhere, as well.
I did see one guy “in the know” describe it as “a shit show”. Who am I to argue?
Of particular personal interest above, that one bottom right, which – although a long way from our little place at the Southern Tip – is threatening to head that way. [UPDATE: I’ve just heard that they’ve got it contained.] And also the big one right in the middle, just north-east of Paarl, which has been burning for 8 days now, right around the area where we stayed just before Christmas, including the Bains Kloof Pass, and has consumed an immense amount of land, and sadly, a good number of buildings.
I was trying to glue some stuff to some other stuff earlier, using volatile glue for gluing purposes, and some meths for cleaning purposes. Obviously, I tried to work outside: a well-ventilated area being important, but being on my own, and having no-one to hold the wood, the wind was actually ventilating too much, and playing havoc with my efforts. And so I had to go inside into my office. This was much better, because not only was everything not being blown around, but I was also suddenly joined by an army of helpful pixies who sang and danced as the work got done.
Wonderful stuff. And I really enjoyed the nap that inevitably followed, even if it was on the floor.
Anyway, the pixies might not have helped the firefighters, but the early arrival of the first rain in over two months might give them a hand. I’m back in my car park for the first time this year, and it’s actually rather wet. Ironically, they’re sprinkling water on the grass on the playing fields opposite me.
What’s coming from the sky is not exactly a deluge, but it’s certainly better than nothing, and it’s very welcome. Everywhere is… was… dirty and dusty. Cape Town needed a wash.
As I write, it’s raining heavily, the wind is still blowing and the sun is setting. Trash chickens being blown around in the bizarre sulphureous light, and… is that… is that another pixie?!?
Wandering downstairs in the semi-darkness this morning, I took a quick look at the rain gauge.
There’s this odd “0” shape being displayed on the screen where there are usually the numbers of millimetres of rain. I’m going to have to have a look at the manual, because I can’t remember it doing this before.
More seriously, it is nice to have a day with no rain forecast to just try and make a start on drying everything (and I mean everything) out. We’ve had over 460mm of rain so far this month, versus the long term average of 175mm for the whole of June. It’s no wonder the rain gauge needs a break.
On the plus side, the dams are now sitting at 91.7% full (yesterday morning, before yesterday’s rain and before all the run-off form all the other rain).
That rather erect worm means that we’re looking good for a water restriction-free summer, although the best time to save water is when you have water, and with this on the way, maybe caution is the sensible option.
But for now, go and enjoy the sunshine ahead of the (showers tomorrow and the) next cold front early next week.
It’s been a pretty miserable day here. Gloomy, grey skies and plenty of rain. We’ve managed almost 75mm over the past few days: a good start to the winter season as far as the dams are concerned. It’ll be interesting to see how we’re doing on water levels after this weekend.
The fire has been burning since early, and I’m tucked up in front of it watching the other FA Cup semi final, and wondering about what might have been.
It wasn’t the end of the world yesterday, and we gave a good account of ourselves against literally world-class opposition, but I’m disappointed that we didn’t get at least a goal.
Still, onward and upward, if only to put another log into the fireplace.
It’s hard not to be a bit down when you wake up to wind, rain, poor service and no electricity. And then the bad news is compounded by the first two things served to you on social media. All a bit much for a Monday morning.
Still, a problem shared is a blog post written, so let’s go for it.
I mentioned the weather yesterday, so this wasn’t unexpected. And yes, it’s great for the garden. But as I write – and with the rain still coming down hard – we’re looking at over 33% of the rain in the last four months having fallen in the last six hours. It’s dark and chilly and wintery.
And there’s no electricity.
“So how are you writing this, then?” I hear you ask.
Well, the answer is that I am peddling hard on my exercise bike, which I have hooked up to the grid at home. And we’re all good, as long as I can keep up the speed. If I slow down, however, then th
Stage 6 loadshedding today, then (and remember as a rule of thumb, number of hours without electricity each day = Stage x 2) because of the breakdown of 8 (eight) generating units across the country, and the tacit promise of possibly more issues ahead because of the rains up north.
A true taste of what’s to come this winter. And it’s not pleasant.
Then, news that two World Tours have actually made it to South Africa. This has been a long-term gripe for a lot of people down here, and rightly so. We’ve mentioned it more than once, as well. So what I’m about to say might seem a little hypocritical, but I’m going to say it anyway.
The quality of the bands that are coming to SA… isn’t great.
I mean, like this:
This band coming over is problematic for a couple of reasons.
Firstly, the fact that this will count as a potential strike against our indignation at being left out of numerous other “world” tours. The argument will be: “You say that bands never come to SA, but I saw that the Backstreet Boys included two dates on their recent tour”, like that’s a feather in South Africa’s cap when the band in question haven’t had a hit record in almost 25 years, and clearly just need a bit of extra pocket money for drugs and plastic/orthopaedic surgery.
And secondly, the number of individuals using the line “Backstreet’s Back, alright!” when they hear the news. Don’t do it, please.
We don’t need this. Although, they did give us this amazing TV moment.
But the Backstreet Boys being back, alright! is still better – far, far better – than the other “world” “tour” that’s coming here. Because if you want to talk about grifters out to make a quick buck from a naïve public, well, you really need look no further:
Ah, jesus. What utter trash. The Mattias Rath of this age, peddling snake oil and pseudoscience to a sadly desperate public. And yes, the talk will be free, but don’t expect that there won’t be book sales and voluntary donations and supplements to buy and, and, and… Because if you think that this charlatan is doing this out of the goodness of his own heart (no pun intended), well, then you’re his perfect audience member.
Eish. What a day.
Oh. Wait. I mentioned poor service as well, didn’t I?
Well, the kitchen is still. not. finished. And they haven’t turned up to do anything about that this morning.
This week, and I say this with some degree of (probably misplaced) confidence, can surely only get better.