Friday 3rd of January 2013 – this is the day it might hit us.
I woke up at 6am – this is an account of my day:
Very windy during Thursday night – heard lots of sounds I didn’t recognise and so woke up a lot.
I’m very tired.
Listened hard in case bad things were happening to our house. Strange noises. Trees from next door breaking. And other unrecognisable things.
Perhaps it might be our first actual cyclone experience – since we’ve lived here, previous cyclones have petered out, or veered off before reaching us.
The centre of the cyclone is supposed to pass 250kms west of Mauritius at around noon, on its way to Reunion Island.
Unless it changes direction – then we’ll be in trouble!
Don’t quite know what to do, or to expect – it sounds close (or is 250kms far? Who knows? No-one tells you!) – should we move pots out of the garden, bring our patio furniture inside etc??? No clue.
I’m waiting for Alf to wake up so he can help me take the cane blinds down before they fly away or break apart. They have taken on a life of their own – looks like they want to migrate onto the roof.
A painting flew off the wall and onto the garage roof. It’s now inside, with Tipsy the cat sniffing it, because it doesn’t belong in the spare bedroom, and consequently she doesn’t recognise it.
Cats are weird.
Or Tipsy is.
I’ve been checking the neighbours’ houses/gardens to see what they’re doing, but there’s no-one around.
Have they all evacuated and not told us?
It’s very quiet, people-wise – not even a car going up the street.
It’s also very windy, and I can smell the sea in the air (as the crow flies, we are probably less than 500m from the beach – but normally, you’d never know).
The rain has stopped for now, but we’re supposed to get thunderstorms as the cyclone approaches.
Tipsy is following me around and keeps trying to sit on my lap – what does she know that I don’t?
The birds in the garden are casually eating the bread that I’ve thrown out for them, so maybe Tipsy’s just being friendlier than usual.
The power keeps going off, but so far, only for short periods. We have a generator, so we’re OK in that respect, if the worst comes to the worst.
I finally took the shorter blinds down myself, as bits were falling off them and flying away, and Alf’s still asleep.
Don’t know what else to do.
The Mauritius Met Services are pretty tardy in updating their website – it’s now 10.52am, and the last update was supposed to be at 10am.
Though I did notice that this time they said that the next update would be at “around” 10.
Wish they’d hurry up – if it’s going to get worse, we need to do stuff before 12.
It’s 2pm and it’s all over – the Met Service updated the cyclone’s status and apparently, it stayed on course and has passed us by.
Since then, it rained very heavily but the wind died down.
I can still hear the sea roaring.
Our friend Robin, who lives on the beach (in a house, not like a homeless person), said the water came right up into her garden. Big waves, but apart from salt damage – no problems.
Some of our plants look waterlogged and are leaning over – especially the mulberry tree:
We had a little swimming pool happening on the upstairs patio, but the wind is drying it out.
So, no major problems, leaks or damage.
The sky is brighter.
Just another false alarm.
That’s a good thing.
I just wish I knew what to do when this happens, and how to gauge the seriousness of things.
Worrying about nothing is pointless.
Anyway, tonight it’s all quiet on the western front.
Apart from the fireworks that have started up again, now that the rain has stopped.
During the next few days, I’ll probably start praying for a cyclone to come back – so much quieter than the fireworks!