Sunday, September 27, 2009

Update

We had a dust storm last week that started in the desert center of Australia and swept all the way across the east coast. I had been in a few dust storms when I lived in Arizona, but never anything like this. For one thing, it was huge - a storm this large only happens about once every fifty years, so it was quite a sight. Also, it was wet - which added an element of weirdness to it. When we woke up early Wednesday morning, there was a strange neon orange glow over everything (the dirt at the center of Australia is redish-orange). We hadn’t heard about the storm, so we had no idea what was going on. Then it began to rain rust colored mud. It was very eerie. It’s kind of what I would imagine it would look like if you were on the outskirts of an area that had been hit with a nuclear bomb (I probably watch too many movies). Thankfully though, it didn’t really do any damage. It just left everything covered in mud – the cars, the houses, the trees. I’ve really never seen anything like it. Let’s hope we don’t have one for another fifty years, because the clean up was a real headache.

I didn’t think to get any pictures, but here are some pictures a friend posted on Facebook:


Emily is doing well with her pregnancy. She sleeps a lot (she’s sitting across from me in the living room right now…asleep). And she eats all of the time. She gets these immediate hunger pains that if she doesn’t satisfy almost immediately will turn into nausea. So she’s been keeping food stashed around the house for emergency snacks. The other night I got up to use the toilet and found a loaf of bread on the towel rack in the bathroom. Are all pregnant women this weird? (BTW – she doesn’t know that I am writing this, so don’t tell her ok?)








2 comments:

TARA said...

The red rain - wierd
The wife stashing bread in the bathroom - wierd - but that's a pregnant woman's perrogative.

Nicole Whaley said...

I have to say the bread in the bathroom did make me laugh out loud. How big is your house??? JK -- Nicole