Monday, January 20, 2014
Kids and Cyclones
"Yep." I shoved the awning onto the spare bunk. "It's a real cyclone. Tropical Cyclone June."
"Tropical Cyclone Juin," said Indy.
"Do we have to go to the cyclone shelter?" asked Stylish.
"Is the wind going to blow the boat over?" Indy made wind hands, puffing out her cheeks and destroying an imaginary fleet.
"Do we get to use the cyclone lines?"
"When is it going to get here?"
"Guys," I said, pausing in my struggle with the awning, "it is a cyclone, but not a big one. And it is going to pass to the west of us, so we should be just fine. It is going to be pretty windy and rainy for a few days. That's it, probably."
"Like New Zealand?" Stylish made a face.
Their little shoulders slumped. What a rip-off. Here was a genuine, super-exciting natural disaster, and Mom was acting like it was just another day. Parents don't understand anything.
But they kept hoping. Erik and I, meanwhile, were busy trying to get the sails down. We didn't expect Cyclone June to cause us much trouble, but still. This was a good chance to get ready for the season,and better now than when things unexpectedly take a turn for the worse.
Watching us got old fast. So the kids appropriated the hammock, made themselves into a Chinese dragon, and waited for the cyclone prep to become more fun.
Our main is too big to fold on the sidedeck without tearing it (and our marriage) to shreds. We all trooped down the dock to a sufficiently dog-poop-less area.
"Is the cyclone coming now?" asked Indy as she ran past.
It was worse than a long car ride.
And finally, we were done. Papillon was naked. Extra battens and spars lashed to the deck. Sails below. Lines tied off. All of us were ready for Cyclone June.
...which turned out to be the non-event we predicted. The system stayed far enough offshore that we had steady winds, but it hardly gusted above 30 knots. There was a lot of rain, but it is so warm here that it was a minor inconvenience. We stayed in, watched movies, ate a lot, and did our normal stuck-inside things.
But long before the baby cyclone had arrived, the girls had lost interest. Their first real cyclone, and nothing happened.