Weather Watch (Dec25)

 

 

 

As the days slipped the chill lifted and early September the temperature fetched 20. Only a week ago there had been an overnight minimum of 2, which required three doonas, a nightcap & thermal top throughout. Sporadic rain over the term, 3 - 4 instances and briefly over. Tonight at his side gate Arthur pointed out the crescent moon low in the west lying on its back holding water. Sure enough, there was an 80% chance of rain forecast. According to Arthur, when the moon was face down, sitting on its points, the water was emptied and there was no need for an umbrella. Arthur was surprised to hear on the Equator the crescent moon never appeared other than standing vertically, as depicted in the Islamic form. Like on the Turkish flag, Arth remembered. In the shaving mirror it was tricky maintaining the line on the sideburns; not easy keeping up appearances. Guessing and feeling was the usual way. Switching to the “powder room” spiegel was an option, where the light from the high window gave better light. Looking around the nose with the left over to the other cheek was not exactly ideal. In that downstairs mirror the craggy, aged lines were all too clear, especially around the throat. Gore Vidal had warned beyond forty a man needed to be careful in his choice of mirror.  But we were weather watching… Marvellous rosy flush in the West one night caught somewhere between Yarraville & Seddon. There was at the time a momentary stab just like in Sing’, because there seemed to be no one giving any regard. Streets vacant as usual. You would  have thought someone within those houses might have come out to their front gate. The skies most days offered marvellous layering of luxuriant pillowing, with intense blues poking in odd corners. The old Slavonic in the Serbian liturgy for Our father didn’t speak specifically of heaven. It was Oce naš u nebesi; Our father in the skies… Earliest days there had been some confusion there. Out on the back veranda Godfather Luka had once remarked on the sky-gazing. That day Kum had revealed his belief that god was in fact the clouds in the sky; crossing over the world was how everything could be surveyed by him. It had been no child babble; that was a different thing entirely. Child humouring was rare among the South Slavs, at least a decade after the war that was the case.