Showing posts with label Weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weather. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Miniature Heat Wave

Last year we were hit by a real Tasmanian heatwave - including three days over 35 degrees Celsius, and a new record high for Launceston of 39: the candle in the candlestick in the hall drooped over in the sweating heat, it's a wonder folks weren't keeling over in the streets - which was the tail end of the South-eastern Australian heatwave of 2009 (Melbourne recording over 46 on that terrible Black Saturday).  

While not at all in the same league, we've had (let mainlanders not mock) a miniature heatwave these last few days - three in a row over 30 degrees, and very muggy withal, very unpleasant overnight: very uncomfortable at home and at work (only some parts being airconditioned, since in Tasmania it's not usually being too hot that we worry about).

Hence my lassitude...

Monday, June 22, 2009

Winter Solstice

Yesterday marked the shortest day in our austral winter, with sunrise at 7:38 am and sunset at 4:49 pm; it wasn't too bad a day at all, however, being fine and 8-16°C... I even went walking around the Gorge, such as I haven't done for ages given the early evenings, rainy days and work fatigue. Unfortunately, next comes miserable wet and foggy July, then still cold and unpleasant August, before things brighten in September.

Friday, January 30, 2009

All Records Broken

I had cause to go into town to-day to have lunch with a congenial mate, and then off and around the city, stopping off to note down the times of service at the local Greek Orthodox church (they have Divine Liturgy one Saturday each month; a friend of mine worships with them in Hobart, and Fr Timothy their priest is a friend of a Catholic bishop I know), buying some groceries, looking for the latest copy of an Astronomy magazine I take, etc.

It was hot out in the sun, certainly, but I had no idea that at 3.30pm the temperature broke the all-time record: it reached 38.7°C - the hottest recorded since records began in 1884! That's 101.7°F.  Golly.

(I just noticed - the candle in its candlestick on the sideboard has bent over in the broiling heat.)

Scamander on the coast and Ross in the midlands were both 41.5°C at 3pm (new records for the mainland of Tasmania), Cressy and Launceston Airport inland from Launceston, plus Fingal all broke 40°C, Bushy Park and Ouse (both in the south, up the Derwent Valley) 38°C... extraordinary weather.

(Oh, and in Victoria Melbourne registered 45.1, while in South Australia, Adelaide was 43.1.  Perhaps the whole world is just going to drop into the Sun.)

Hot and Bothered

I have had a very unpleasant night's sleep... at least back in Perth I had an airconditioner in the bedroom, but not here in Launceston, which is going through a very rare patch of being roastingly hot.  I've come downstairs and put on the one airconditioner - in the loungeroom. 

The weather looks to be vile and hot again to-day.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Hot Weather Update - II

Flinders Island set a new record for Tasmania today, with temperatures touching 41°C, and Launceston (my home once again) had its hottest day in a hundred years, reaching 37.1°C at Launceston Airport (in town itself, the temperature was a shade cooler).

I hope this is not the shape of things to come! (Recall that I joked that I was a climate refugee? Well, I didn't intend that I should have to flee Van Diemen's Land!)

Perhaps the heat can lead us to meditate on our latter end...

Hot Weather Update

As of 2 pm to-day, the temperature in Launceston reached 35.7°C, which is the highest temperature recorded here since before 1962 (it was hotter in the 1940's and back in 1908, it reached 37°C: weather reports indicate that the ongoing heatwave in Melbourne is of the same order as the 1908 heatwave, at the end of the Federation drought).

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Hot Weather

Yesterday afternoon found me in Melbourne, walking the length (2 km) of the shopping strip that is Chapel Street, South Yarra, in hot weather - moving up from the high twenties to the low thirties (but I was back in my airconditioned hire car by the time it reached the day's maximum of 35.6°C at 6 pm).  But I congratulated myself at being about to decamp to Tasmania, so escaping the predicted scorching heat...

Well, to-day has found us afflicted with 33°C in Launceston - unheard of!  And worse is to come... 34°C on Thursday, then 33°C for Friday and Saturday, which for Tasmanians is almost inconceivably warm.  (In the last forty-odd years, it's only ever been as hot as 35°C in January.)

At least we have airconditioning in the dining and lounge rooms.

As for the Mainland, apparently it has been hideously hot in Melbourne (topping out at 42.9°C, again, weirdly enough, at 6 pm), and even hotter in Adelaide: minimum 31°C, maximum 45°C!  Adelaide will have much the same to-morrow, and then only slightly cooler all week; Melbourne, two more days of 43°C, and only then a bit cooler.  

Yuck.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Former Octave Day of St Stephen

Perhaps it brought boredom to clerics having to read their Office all over again, but I must say I wish the duplication of feasts hadn't been suppressed in 1960 or thereabouts: it seems to me that the great saints of the New Testament are well worth having more than one look at each year.

Consider how sensible it was to have the Octave Day of Christmas on the 1st of January, then the successive Octave Days of St Stephen, St John Evangelist and the Holy Innocents filling up the time until the 5th of January, kept as Vigil of the Epiphany, and then the Epiphany itself.  Now we have instead ferial days of Christmastide.  Hmmm.

In any case, it's a chance for me to further fete St Stephen, my confirmation patron, in my private prayers at least.

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In other news, it's been quite unseasonably cold ever since I returned to Tasmania, and the wind-chill factor has made it chillier - for instance, yesterday we went off on a pleasant enough daytrip round the North-East, through Scottsdale and Lilydale (stopping off at Piper's Brook winery, now owned by Kreglinger Wine Estates), but the temperature didn't even crest 19°C; to-day I'm driving down to Hobart (one always drives down to Hobart and up to Launceston), yet the State's capital will reach only 16°C - and this is supposed to be summer!  I hadn't packed for this sort of weather...  Brrr!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Phoar! What a Scorcher!

I'd thought it was hot and sticky to-day, but didn't really pay it much attention... turns out it was 38°C - that's 100°F on the old scale! - and the hottest day since the 28th of February (which passed 41°C).

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Cool November; Another Year Over; St Saturnine

After my earlier fears of unpleasantly hot weather returning, for in the last part of October we had a heatwave with temperatures in the thirties five days running, November here in Perth has been pleasantly cool, with the hottest day so far - my birthday - a shade under 30°C, but quite comfortable as I recall, and the average for the month (23.5°C) several degrees cooler than usual.  This pleasant enough weather seems still to endure a while longer; while in Australia we generally count summer as starting on the 1st of December, I think that it may still be a little while till the really hot weather starts toward the second half of December - by which time I'll have moved back to Tasmania...

And in ecclesiastical news, to-day, the feast of St Saturnine, is the last day of the Church's Year of Grace, which segues into the first with Vespers of Advent Sunday to-night, which by God's grace I hope to sing.  My Advent plan this new year is to attend daily Mass (this will reaccustom me to the Novus Ordo, BTW).

Here is his short, straightforward and simple collect:

Deus, qui nos beati Saturnini Martyris tui concedis natalitio perfrui; ejus nos tribue meritis adjuvari.  Per...

(God, Who dost permit us to rejoice on the natal day of blessed Saturnine Thy Martyr, grant that we be aided by his merits.  Through...)

May we indeed rejoice at the triumph of this stedfast witness to Christ over the world, the flesh and the devil, and may his merits truly obtain for us assistance from the Lord, Who delights to work through secondary causes so as to work His works in us: for St Saturnine's "just deserts", far from being unspeakable torments as his evil tormentors thought and wrought, are those things he has deserved of God Himself for what he accomplished not of himself but of Him who strengthened him - supernatural rewards and benefits, not merely for himself, who won the everlasting crown of victory and rejoices and reigns evermore with God and His saints in heaven, but also for the whole Church militant, that we may not only profit by his example, but in the communion of saints all share in the graces won by this preëminent member of the Mystical Body.

But what of St Saturnine?  There are several of this name, such as the martyr-bishop of Toulouse (whose memory is also kept this day), or again the companion of SS Perpetua and Felicity; but the one commemorated in the Roman Mass is he that was a martyr at Rome, as the Golden Legend tells:

There was another Saturnine whom the provost of Rome held long in prison, and after, he raised him in the torment named Eculee [eculeus, the rack], and did do beat him with sinews, rods, and scorpions, and after, did do burn his sides, and then took him down and smote off his head, about the year of our Lord two hundred and ninety under Maximian.

The 2004 Martyrologium Romanum gives the following details about our saint:

Romæ in cœmeterio Trasonis via Salaria Nova, sancti Saturnini Carthaginensis, martyris, qui, ut sanctus Damasus papa refert, sub Decio imperatore pro Christo in patria in eculeo impositus est et Romam extorris missus, ubi, aliis atrocibus tormentis superatis, Gratianum tyrannum ad fidem convertit et capite obtruncato coronam martyrii adeptus est.

(At Rome, in the cemetery of Traso on the New Salarian  Way, [commemoration] of St Saturnine of Carthage, martyr, who, as Pope St Damasus tells, under the Emperor Decius for Christ in his fatherland [Carthage] was laid upon the rack and was sent, exiled, to Rome, where, triumphing over other atrocious torments, converted the tyrant Gratian to the Faith and by the chopping off his head won the martyr's crown. [c.250])

It also tells us of Saint-Saturnin, or Saint-Sernin, noble episcopal martyr of Toulouse:

Tolosæ in Gallia Narbonensi, commemoratio sancti Saturnini, episcopi et martyris, qui, ut fertur, ejusdem Decii temporibus, in Capitolio hujus urbis a paganis tentus est et de summa arce per gradus præcipitatus, ut, capite colliso et toto corpore dilaniato, Christo animam redderet.

(At Toulouse in Narbonensine Gaul, the commemoration of St Saturnine, bishop and martyr, who, 'tis said, in the times of the same Decius, was tried by the pagans at the Capitol [temple of idols] of this city and was thrown down the steps from the high gate [?], that, his head crushed and whole body rent, unto Christ he rendered up his soul.  [c. 250])

The Golden Legend supplies a rather forceful account of his sufferings: "And they took Saturnine which would not do sacrifice... and drew him unto the highest place of the capitol and cast him down the degrees and steps to the ground, so that his head was all to-broken and the brain sprang out, and so he accomplished his martyrdom."  

The 1738 Paris Missal provides the following Collect in stead of that of St Saturnine the Roman Martyr, both containing several references to Scripture in typical eighteenth century Gallican style, and finely alluding to the unshakeable faith of the Tolosan bishop's soul, despite the outrages committed upon his body, cast down and destroyed:

Deus, qui per beatum Saturninum Martyrem tuum atque Pontificem, infideles populos de tenebris ad lucem veritatis venire tribuisti; da nobis ejus intercessione, in fide stabiles, et a spe Evangelii quod prædicavit, immobiles permanere.  Per...

(God, Who through blessed Saturnine Thy Martyr and Pontiff, *didst grant unbelieving peoples to come from darkness to the light of truth*': †grant unto us at his intercession, to remain stedfast in faith, and immovable in the hope of the Gospel which he preached†'.  Through...)

*–*'   Cf. many passages in the New Testament, such as Acts xxvi, 17b-18: "...the nations, unto which now I send thee: to open their eyes, that they may be converted from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and a lot among the saints...".

†–†'  Cf. Col. i, 23: "...continue in the faith, grounded and settled, and immoveable from the hope of the gospel which you have heard, which is preached in all the creation that is under heaven, whereof I Paul am made a minister".

The other saints of the 29th of November are:

  1. St Philomenus, martyr at Ancyra in Galatia during the persecution of Aurelian under Felix the governor, who was thrown into the fire, then had his hands, feet and finally head pierced with nails, in the 3rd century [not to be confused with Philomenus, saintly martyr of Lyons, nor with the famous Philomena, whose cult remains somewhat uncertain].
  2. At Todi in Umbria [famously, Tuderti is misread as "Too dirty in Umbria"], St Illuminata the virgin, in the 4th Century [not to be confused with the unsaintly Illuminati of course!].
  3. St James (or Jacob), Bishop of Sarug, at Batnan in Osrhoene, whose sermons, homilies and letters illustrated the pure faith of the Church and is revered among the Syrians, together with St Ephræm, as a doctor and pillar of the Church, in 521.
  4. At Daventry in Frisia, the translation of St Radbod, bishop of Utrecht [Ultrajectum - more or less literally, "Thrown Out"?!], who, a teacher and pious pastor, died whilst visiting rustics, in 917.
  5. At York in England, Bl Edward Burden, priest and martyr, alumnus of the English College at Rheims, who dared to return as a priest to the dominion of wicked Queen Elizabeth I, and consummated his sufferings on the gibbet before a furious crowd, in 1588.
  6. In the same place, eight years later, BB George Errington, William Gibson and William Knight, who, when they but defended those proscribed as priests, by various torments were given over to martyrdom, in 1596.
  7. In Aceh in the island of Sumatra, the blessed martyrs Denis of the Nativity (Peter) Berthelot, priest, and Redemptus of the Cross (Thomas) Rodriguez, religious, both of the Discalced Carmelites, who were first enslaved by Mahometans and then slain with arrows by the sea shore, in 1638.
  8. At Luceria in Apulia, St Francis Antony Fasani, a priest of the Conventual Franciscans, who, a man by exquisite doctrine, preaching and penitential practice greatly supported, so consoled the poor and needy that he never stopped even to give away his habit, and to offer Christian aid to everyone, in 1742.
  9. At the place called El Saler near Valencia in Spain, Bl Alaphrid Simon Colomina, Jesuit priest and martyr, who in the persecution of the Church confirmed his fidelity to the Lord by his blood, in 1936.

Sancti Dei omnes, intercedere dignemini pro nostra omniumque salute!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

First Summer Day

To-day has also been the first day of summer, or at least of summer weather - 29.5°C at a quarter to four this afternoon, and still over twenty degrees at half ten at night; to-morrow will be a degree or two hotter, before a cooler Thursday.  Indeed, this is the warmest day since six months ago exactly on the 14th of April, which was 33.1°C.   So the warm dry season begins!

I must say I don't really like Perth summer weather at all, given that I'm from cooler climes.

To-night also brought blessings, with five of us round the table for dinner, and some changes coming, with Stephen moving out in preparation for entering the seminary, God willing, next year. Stephen and I just prayed Compline in our chapel, which was a holy end to the day.

Please pray for all seminarians and those considering their vocation.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Fire and Ice

No wonder it felt hot at work today... Perth's maximum temperature was 41.5 C!

Yet over back home in Tasmania, Mum tells me that Dad was out this evening picking the tomatoes lest they be ruined by the *frost* overnight - and my old haunt of Hobart shivered with an unseasonally low high of 13.5 C. It reminds me of wintry clear days long past down south, with the icy wind blowing down the Hobart streets off the Mountain.