Rained Out

I realize I’ve been complaining about the weather quite a bit lately, and apologize for my obsession, but this non-stop rain is becoming an all-consuming fact of my life.  It never seems to stop.  Sure, it may decrease from the ever-popular monsoonal downpours to a dreary drizzle, but the wetness never actually ceases.  In fact, this is now the wettest December recorded in Brisbane in 150 years, with only seven days of respite this entire month.  The other twenty have been nothing but rain, bringing the monthly total rainfall to 17.5 inches, which is just absolutely insane.  So, now you can possibly understand why this is all I can think about and write about.  Its constant presence is taking over my very being and beginning to dominate every facet of my life.

I could deal with the rain while I was still working.  Yes – it was annoying, but I could focus on my work.  But now I’m done working.  I’m on holidays and Mouse is here with me.  We’re supposed to be spending our time camping, lying on the beach, and frolicking in the water.  No such luck.  The torrential downpours are thwarting all of my carefully made plans.  Our Gold Coast Christmas was ruined; instead of soaking up the sun on Broadbeach, we ended up holed up in our hotel room, watching bad television.  And we had to forget about camping in Byron Bay; we drove past our campground to find that it was totally flooded.  Agh!  So now we’re stuck in my little apartment, wishing for better weather, and wasting away our last days in Australia.  How incredibly frustrating!  This was not how I imagined our last days “Down Under” to play out…