Blackout

[chartrock]

Well 10:00am this morning (Wed) our power finally came back on after 60 hours of blackout. We lost a bit of food in the fridge and couldn't watch TV (big deal, everything is a repeat). We would have used the van fridge and TV but the Expanda is in the shop getting the shower walls refixed.

So we sat in the dark with candles, but thank goodness for the Weber, we had barbecues most nights. But I can sympathise with the Energex crews, these guys have been working round the clock under conditions that a lot of unions would say "no work". I take my hat off to them with 230,000 homes without power and appreciate them getting power back to us while more than 70,000 homes are still out. Also we still have a roof over our head, more than can be said for many people to the north and south of us as well as fire victims right down south.

It's a great country we live in but it sure takes no prisoners. Love it but treat it with respect. :hail:

 

[BUSH PALACE]

Glad to hear your ok there chartrock nothing worse than repeats though so you didnt miss anything ..

 

[cancan]

They are doing an amazing job energex...and more so when you consider how wide spread the outages are.
We lost power in Brisbane both Sunday and Monday. My parents who are half way between Gympie and tin can bay had no power, phone and internet for 3 days...lucky they were only flooded in for 1 day and they could get some fuel for the genie.

Out here in roma we are out of milk and bottled water. Went out for dinner tonight and was told there is no salad. Roads not open until Friday they hope.

All fun and games

 

[Bank of Dad]

Too true Chartrock.

Dorethea Mackellar sums it up in her poem, "My Country".

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

 

[Brad]

I was just thinking the other day how dejavu all this feels.
It is only a few years back where across a few states in a short amount of time you had either fires or floods and I think in some cases dealing with the mud left over from floods.
Add to that a list of venomous snakes and a few spiders plus great whites, blue bottles, blue ringed octopus and people from outside looking in would be wondering why would you live in such a place.

But you still wouldn't see me living anywhere else but here in this great country.