My husband heads off to Karratha for a 3 night stay; he feels quite anxious about the trip as there are warnings of cyclone Heidi popping in for a visit, and also the conditions are extremely remote to what he is used to. Mental note for myself, pay more attention when husband is speaking, and don't just nod thinking about what is going on the grocery list for tomorrow. Are we seriously low on toilet paper already? Turns out hubby, was not actually staying in Karratha, but in Marandoo, which is 100km from Paraburdoo where he flew into, 350 km away from the coast line.
The point of my rant? I do care when he has gone. Although it may not seem so. I received a call 6.30am on the last morning he was away. I lay in bed listening to it ring. You know when you get a phone call early in the morning, or really late at night, you automatically presume that something is wrong, or that there is bad news, or that you have one a lotto? Well, turns out I do not presume. I think at that point, I may have blinked, then flipped my pillow to escape my wet drool mark, but there was definitely no presuming about good or extrodinary news. By the second phone call, I presume. I presume that my sister in law has forgotton to convert time once again, but she will realise on the fifth ring and then I will tease her about it when I call her back in a few hours. But the phone rings on... so I answer. "Is he okay? Is everything alright?" (Mum is on a weeks holiday from work, and has obviously already done her morning walk and put on 3 loads of washing.) Apparently cyclone Heidi has hit the coast of Karratha, it is all over the news and is quite serious. As I talk my mum down off the ledge and reassure her that my hubby is just fine, I slowly start to crawl the ladder to the ledge myself. Now I am worrying as to why he did not call me to tell me he was safely under a heavy based table with a months supply of canned beans and water.