It's like thunder, lightning

Last updated 13:31 05/09/2012

Yesterday was a bit of an interesting day for me.

Being the second anniversary of the first big quake that shook our region from complacency, it was certainly a day of reflection. Two years is a fairly short measure of time during a human life. It's roughly the life expectancy for a pair of jeans. It's not a long time in the scheme of things. But with so much change over that period, my "pre-quake" days seem a lifetime ago. 

I was more grateful than usual yesterday for this blog too, as it's served as backup memory for me. I went back and re-read the two posts (part I and part II) on what happened to me on September 4, 2010, and sure enough there were things that I'd forgotten.

Not to mention the other momentous event of that day, namely my first date with the Silver Fox. Two years ago yesterday my concerns were ranked something like:

  • Uh oh. I don't have any power.
  • I wonder if I will be allowed to go into work on Monday?
  • The restaurant we were going to is now cordoned off, where the hell are we going to eat?
  • I'd better put my makeup on while there's still daylight.
  • What's the appropriate level of dressiness for "first date during a natural disaster"? I mean, should I wear flats?

As we dined on burgers and onion rings at Burger King that evening, we thought it likely that we were the only people in the city who were foolish enough to persevere with a first date during a state of emergency. But then both of us had been single for a while, so that's an emergency in itself, and none that seismic forces shall hold any sway over, thank you very much.

For our second anniversary we decided to go somewhere slightly nicer than Burger King for dinner. 

As I walked home from the bus stop last night, I noticed that the sky was looking quite impressive. Voluminous, gunmetal grey clouds obscured the sky to the south and looked almost unreal. It reminded me of a matte painting, maybe by someone like the late, great Ralph McQuarrie.

Who's a pretty bike?Upon my arrival home I was banned from entering the living room for a time, though I did sneak a peek and saw a really big, oddly shaped, wrapped...thing in the middle of the room. Eventually I was allowed in and instructed to tear the paper of this object, which turned out to be the most beautiful bike ever made (as pictured). The Silver Fox did an impersonation of the sound I made when I saw it for the first time. He sounded exactly like a whistling kettle. Which I'm sure is a mistake. Probably. I admit, there was definitely "squeeing" and clapping and jumping up and down.

And then I gave the Silver Fox his present. Which was a book. Stink.

I then took my lovely present outside for a spin. I rode her up and down the street and only stopped when the sky started randomly flashing. I pulled up next to my neighbours, who had walked to the end of the street so as to have a better view of the light show, and declared "I've got a new bike!" like an excited seven-year-old. Followed by "oooh" and "aaah" as the kind of lightning I've only ever seen in movies cut jagged arcs across the sky. The neighbours then pointed out how very metally my bike is. I pedalled back home shortly afterwards.

Mother Nature sure does like turning on the special effects for us, it seems.

And as we left for dinner the heavens chucked their worst down at us. Never has the distance between the front step and the car door seemed so large as it did when tangy-fruit-sized hailstones were pelting down. These upgraded to "giant Jaffa" size as we made our way across town and at one point I did wonder if the windscreen was in danger of smashing under the bombardment.

In fact the Silver Fox was heard to say "this is like Level 60 Wizard skills". I have no idea what that means other than "my boyfriend is a geek".

I was also entertained that where I compared the hailstones to different varieties of confectionery, he chose to see them as different sizes of animal testes. The ones we saw on the ground when we were walking gingerly to the restaurant he deemed "monkey sized". Presumably the smaller ones we'd seen were meerkat sized? So, that just goes to show that it's all about how you look at things.

And to the Silver Fox. The way you love me IS frightening. But in a good way.

Did you see all the excitement in the sky yesterday? Can you believe it's been two years since this all kicked off? What do you think of my bike?

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Jim   #1   01:47 pm Sep 05 2012

I hope, knock on wood, that that is the last time for a while that nature stabs Christchurch in the eye.

Noodle   #2   01:53 pm Sep 05 2012

Wow, neat bike, Mo. Looks like it would suit you right down to your tippy toes. Smooth move, Mr Fox.

I don't live in Chch, but even to me it doesn't feel like it's been two years since the first quake. I can't imagine how surreal life must seem down there sometimes. Kudos to you and all other Chchians for having the guts to truck through everything.

Leon   #3   01:55 pm Sep 05 2012

This blog effected me deeply. I just had to go to the supermarket and buy giant jaffa's after reading.

Oh, and whilst I did go and do the "Meerkat experience" at Wellington Zoo the previous weekend, I didn't take note of any testicular dimensions. Although I did note that they like to attempt to climb up trouser legs, so perhaps this was a part of their attempts to make such measurements on humans.

Geoff   #4   02:14 pm Sep 05 2012

How nice of Nature to celebrate your anniversary with much fanfare and fireworks. :-)

I have to say though, you two are either crazy or... no, I think crazy covers it, that you go on your dates regardless of what is going on around you. I fully approve of this. :-)

Poppy   #5   02:42 pm Sep 05 2012

My hat goes off to Mr Fox - that is one heck of a great anniversary present.

Congratulations to you both on two years together - this is noteworthy without even considering the adversity of living in a quake zone. Here's to many more anniversaries.

Niri Tacen   #6   03:07 pm Sep 05 2012

David Bowie is a rock god.

That is all.

Alice2   #7   03:18 pm Sep 05 2012

That is an awesome bike. I think we now have a sufficient level of cycle-awesome to start a Cycle Chic Christchurch blog.

I was babysitting last night & was quite surprised that neither kidlet (18 months & 3 years) was upset by the noise/light - but apparently the fact that I don't know Daddy's special bedtime routine was far more important.

Jellybean   #8   03:25 pm Sep 05 2012

I'm beginning to think Christchurch is cursed? Perhaps some little old lady didn't like her stay there once and put a kibosh on the town?

On the plus side, the photos I've seen of the lightening are amazing.

And go you, two years with the fox! Fantastic bike - he has very good taste.

Anthony   #9   03:43 pm Sep 05 2012

Now....All we need to do is make cycling a little safe in Christchurch, in which I am most certain is already included in that plan. (^3^)

Try and imagine yourself going for a ride on that bike to a little cafe by the newly renovated Avon from work in your sparkling little bike. And talking about the storm, we totally missed it in Winchester. :(

Busymum   #10   03:49 pm Sep 05 2012

Yep, reflecting a lot yesterday. Felt kind of flat and wrung out. Maybe that was just lack of sleep, or the fact I seem to be getting yet another cold. I can't help feeling it was related to the date.

The storm was exciting though - a good way to finish the day. I love the way the air seems to clear after a good thunderstorm. It's like the way I feel after a good laugh or cry.

I had to keep the little guy from freaking out too much right before bedtime. We were counting the seconds between lightning flash and thunderclap - it got as close as 3 KM / miles (I can't remember which) before moving away to the east. Then the hail - we started with the massive hailstones - it sounded like rocks on our steel roof, starting out slowly, then quickly progressing to a deafening roar. That was scary - hugs were needed - but it didn't last very long. We looked outside at the hailstones - bigger than giant jaffas in our area. The second wave of hail was much smaller, and a book was sufficient distraction for the wee man before he settled down to sleep.

Now I need to buy a new canvas BBQ cover, as ours has massive holes from the hail.

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