In Praise of Men

” Residents are recovering after a severe hail storm on Anzac Day 2015 “www.batemansbaypost.com.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Hail stones the size of golf balls OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

“Moruya SES :”Crews said residents reported stones the size of cricket balls had fallen earlier in the day.”www.batemansbaypost.com.

Men, Men, There they’re everywhere, men in every shape and colour, Some wearing shorts some in  jeans, carrying clipboards, toolboxes, backpacks, sacks or chainsaws. Hairy legged ones in shorts and tea shirts, others in work shirts and cotton pants.In crocs with  their stomachs slouching over there Waist band. Young eager ones driving four wheel drives, ladders strapped on top be side their ever-present surfboard. This plethora of men descended on our village to help and repair.

A balmy sunny afternoon turned into a raging black sky ever darkening until a hailstorm crashed it’s way in with deafening noise and hail, from finger nail to cricket ball size. Hail stones smashed windscreens  crashed in to parked cars dinting duco. they crushed the chimney on our roof, shattered the evacuated tubes and solar panels for heating. Older homes fared the worst, as windows made brittle by sunlight and salt, smashed easily.  Rain lashed into shattered sky lights and all of this took 10 minutes.  Now we’re lucky enough to have men in all  shapes and sizes climbing ladders using chainsaws and all that noisy equipment they love, leaf blowers lawnmowers.  Don’t misunderstand I am  thankful that they were so available in fact, windows are being replaced 8 o’clock at night.

And today in the sunshine is it almost seems like a dream except the men, in all  shapes and sizes in workbooks, workwear knobbly kneed, skinnylegged overweight Summer trim, some bearded, some clean shaven and that means the top of their head. Some ponytailed and somebody was A thank you for everyone for this collection of  men, looking so busy and are so busy and there is much laughter it is the camaraderie and the joy that I really write about and that I am so thankful for.

After the hailstorm had past and it was simply a light rain it was the men who are the first  in the street, with their torches, checking windows of homes of people they knew were not in the town. These night watchmen  called  the neighbours to find out where keys were kept,access it check for water damage.The  very next morning on our dog walk I noticed that many other men were driving around, just to see that everyone was safe. caring for and reassuring the elderly.  So men- skinny,  knobbly kneed sporting tradey’s crack, or gentlemanly demeanour, tall, short, broad shoulders or slumping, I thank you for your humour, your concern and most especially for being there. Thank you for looking in your toolboxes and your back sheds and finding plastic tarps  and gaffer tape to cover the whirligig so it wouldn’t leak, and  pop riveting the chimney support that had broken  on our roof.

The common question “Did you get any water damage?”

Thanks to the men in our little village the answer is no.

http://www.batemansbaypost.com. ” April 25. Crews said residents reported stones the size of cricket balls had fallen earlier in the day.

The Moruya SES unit received 12 calls for assistance and unit leader Peter Collins said the damage ranged from broken windows to damaged roofs.

“Two teams, with help from the Batemans Bay unit, worked late into Saturday night and most of Sunday on temporary repairs,” Mr Collins said.

“The older-style corrugated asbestos roofs suffered particularly severe damage, with some of the roofs that we patched having 20 to 30 holes in them.

“When I arrived at Potato Point, there was still hail as big as golf balls littering the streets.

“I also had reports from residents that hail as big as cricket balls was seen earlier.”

Advertisements

About lorraine

After a nasty fall from my bicycle, coming home from high school, I began suffering from migraines. After a term of Chiropractic adjustments, which helped but did not entirely stop the migraine headaches, my parents in desperation sent me to yoga classes, The only available evening class in our area was filled with pregnant women. I felt out of place as a shy teenager, but persevered. adjustment,breathing, meditation and yoga proved the only therapy that bought relief from the headaches. Feeling well I got on with life, married moved from my home town and forgot the daily yoga practices and there benefits. Coming back to Yoga and meditation helped me manage during the time of my father's Cancer. and death. Later when my Husband became ill the natural decision was to qualify as a Yoga, meditation teacher to further assist others through the difficult times of illness and recovery or death. I have now been benefiting from the science and art of Yoga, Meditation for well over twenty five years.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s