Spring is gone. Literally. I found out today that Australians mark summer as starting the first of December, basing it not on astronomy, but on the months. Strange to me, but when I explained to my cow orkers that summer starts on the 21st for us, their response was "What? Why?".

So now it is officially no longer spring here. On cue, it rained for most of the day.

Our things have apparently finally arrived in Port Melbourne today. However, we shouldn't expect them to be delivered to our house until the week commencing December 13. I'm glad the stuff is here, but I'm more then a little bitter that delivery will take place a full month later than we initially expected.
In other news we saw PJ Harvey last night at Festival Hall in North Melbourne. The venue sucked, strange lighting, not very good sound, but PJ sounded good. Overall, I was a bit disappointed. I was really hoping for a bit more interaction with the audience and maybe an encore duet with Nick Cave (he lives here in Melbourne). Still, Polly Jean's so cool and her voice is amazing.

Spring has sprung, it seems. About time, too, as it's three weeks until summer. With the heat has come the mosquitos (aka mozzies, which seem to love me as much as North American and Asian mosquitoes) and flies. But the weather is still very nice, and there are lots of outdoor cafes and restaurants.

On Saturday we went to a housewarming party/barbecue for one of my cow orkers, on the rooftop deck of her new townhouse. It was beautiful and clear and the full moon made an appearance late. Fun bunch of folks I work with.

Sunday we saw Garden State, which was first-rate.

Tomorrow night, PJ Harvey.