Cyclone Joan is inbound
Cyclone Joan is inbound, with a Tropical Storm classification of 4.
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Of all the things that I can say about my mother is – I’m always excited to see her.
Whenever I’m flying, or driving towards her, I’m always happy that I’m doing it. It’s quite a nice experience to know that you’re going to see your Mummy in a short while.
Of course, as soon as I see her I remember that we are -exactly- the same and she knows me so well and knows every single button and presses them with reckless abandon.
Within 30 seconds of being in the same room, we assume the ‘Exasperated Mother’ and ‘Frustrated Teenager’ routine that we lived through over a decade ago.
“Jac, have you…”
“Don’t you think you should?”
“No.” Because I spent 20 years doing it that way, and now, I’m doing it this way. Just for shits and giggles. Or just to irritate you. You pick.
Having said that, I know I’m my mothers daughter. I have inherited many things from her. I’ve inherited her intolerance of idiots. I count teaspoons. I iron pillowcases. I like to think I inherited some of her intelligence, and I’m going grey early.
But, now that I’m living on the same side of the world, I’m now a bigger part of her life. I get to pick her up from the airport, I get to meet her for lunch, I get to spend Christmas with her and I get to share her excitement over buying a new patch working machine.
I’m meeting my Mummy at the train station this afternoon, as she’s just got home from spending 6 weeks in Victoria. As always, I’m excited to see her, but also aware that within 30 seconds we’ll be firing verbal missiles at each other.