Since last we conversed that massive storm of wind and rain and debris hit us and we lost power and then things started crashing over and all sorts of other drama ensued.
But these adventures began with me going for a walk at 8:30pm on Sunday evening. It was wet, windy and dark — but the rain was easing.
At the river I noticed this pole and it’s banner blocking the bikeway — so I called it in to Council. It took 30 minutes to get through and sucked up a bunch of my phone’s power. And then Dee called me home because our home’s power had been cut. Back up from the river the world now was so dark and only cars had the power to look “epic”.
But Paddington and Milton had power and it was only Auckenflower (and Bardon we learned later) had the power out. Back at home Dee had broken out the candles.
The chooks were safely secured in our bathroom. I hauled them upstairs when downstairs turned into a river. They shat everywhere but at least they were safe seeing as their pen was a lake and the laundry where they had been housed before was within inches of being overwhelmed with water.
Just cause I was a bit toasty I put the candle in my bike’s water-bottle holder thinking it would be an awesome pic. Sadly it turned out a bit shit.
CRASH and DRAMA
At 3am we both awoke with this massive BANG. We looked around but just thought it was a palm frond on the roof or something. I stayed awake and then noticed this bad-boy had collapsed at the back of the house. When daylight arrived I took this picture.
The wind was still fucking insane. It felt unsafe just being outside for the 30 seconds it took to take the picture above and to assess the damage. The clump of palms was also attached to a garden light which was attached to the mains power — which in turn was attached to a power cord and this is a bit of a worry cause upon talking to the energex crew tonight — they think we need an electrician to clean stuff up before we get a arborist involved.
But across the road was another drama we missed cause the crash that broke our sleep was in fact a massive gum tree across the road keeling over — in just the same fashion as our palm-clump. That tree belonged to Lisa and she had had it assessed by arborists in the last few months and they had said it was healthy and safe.
But the wind last night was incredible. I have never experienced anything like it. I think I am not alone in that assessment.
So I loved that tree. I loved the sound it made in the wind. But more on that later.
Thinking the chooks needed some safety from the wet and wind we took them over to Paddington to chill with my sister’s ladies. They turned out to not be quite receptive to new company and that blackish hen in the centre went a bit nuts at Yoko (the white one) to assert her authority. Yoko did her best to defend herself but she was no match. Freddie tried her best to ignore everything. We then separated them and took them back home this afternoon once the weather was calmer.
Later we went for a walk and saw multiple news crews trying their best to exacerbate the seriousness of the situation — which wasn’t so bad — wearing goretex jackets in the 30 degree heat and full-sunshine. There was no rain at all today. Just a very few periods of sprinkles.
At least Lofty looked natural.
Sandbags at Rosalie
Pumps pumping out stuff from under Rosalie Gourmet Markets.
Then I went down to the river on my bike. It looked fierce but the level was no where near as high as in 2011.
Back home I made some Lego. It was some weird spaceship that is vaguely associated with the Star Wars universe. I built it up and it was fun seeing as there was no power and I am pretty useless at reading and then I left it on the doorstep of my nephew’s house. Apparently he had been very naughty that day and this gift was with-holded from him until he behaved. And luckily it was just the incentive and he turned into an angel, weathering his 20 minutes of “Time Out” until he could receive the reward.
So across the road and up a bit is Lisa’s house. In her yard were two big gum trees at least 20 metres high — each of them.
But at 3am one of them keeled over. The crash woke us up, and it seems, everyone else. We were oblivious, but it seems this is what transpired after. The neighbour whose house the tree fell upon went nuts and there was a massive one-way tirade at poor Lisa who had done her best to maintain the tree and assess that it was healthy etc.
I cannot help but side with her. It was a massive, beautiful tree and it was native and literally a hotel to a bunch of native animals. And this douchecanoe wanted it chopped down. And yes — it did fall down — but it took this incredible event and I just can’t help thinking people who are miserable to other people are just horribly miserable inside. Good luck tree-hating-douchecanoe.
So I need to thank this bad-boy below. It is a no-battery, hand-powered torch that requires only a few spins of the handle to produce a pretty brilliant amount of light. It was a gift from some corporate supplier at work. It has lasted almost 7 years and is still lifting well above its weight. Well done little hand-powered-torch.
Got to use the “bar-b-mate” tonight!
Candles! I managed to seriously burn myself later. Ow.
The Auchenflower Cafe was deserted and cleaned out of anything perishable, but offered free TV to our sans-power neighbourhood. Nice:
This is the dude in the Wine store at Rosalie showing off a flood-map Premier Newman had drawn for the cameras. That’s his handwriting! TRUE STORY.
Then we saw Newman being all majestic just a bit up the road.
As I was taking an instagram photo the camera guy told me I was making too much noise and to leave. I ignored him and took another bunch of photos just cause.
I so, so wanted to say something but instead I tried to be decent and civilised.
On the way home we thought the power might be back. But even though it wasn’t we saw an Energex crew in our street (see below) and they were just clearing trees from powerlines so they could switch stuff back on. And then only 20 minutes later we had our power back. GLORY DAYS!