from 6 Ways To Where by R Mac Wheeler
".... we were washed in the blackness of rainy countryside and eerily empty highway..."
(I like this, it's very descriptive)
"...I'm from Florida. I know rain. But our three-inch storms end after fifteen minutes. Our sky doesn't piddle for hours on end."
On Saturday night, I went out with my friends from Coles, six of us altogether, to the home of one of us, out near the beach. She lives so close to the Port, she and her husband can watch the huge cruise ships coming and going. How lucky are they? Anyway, R has a most beautiful home, nicely decorated, very warm and welcoming. Dinner was lovely and we all sat around the table chatting for hours after.
It was J's last get together as she leaves for Tasmania today. They are driving the Great Ocean Road with many stops along the way to take photographs, J and her Dad carry their cameras everywhere.
Eventually, they'll make it to Melbourne where they will board the ferry, with their cars and trailer and head across the strait to Tasmania. I've asked for photos of Tassie, and gave her a memory card for her camera, to send back to me when it is eventually filled. No hurry.
We had a blackout last Sunday night, I was just about to go to bed, so it wasn't a huge inconvenience, but when I stepped outside to see if it was just my block of flats or the whole complex, I was greeted with pitch blackness everywhere.
The only points of light were the solar lamps in my garden and another garden a bit further along. And of course when I stepped out, Angel did too. Do you think I could get him back in? No way. He was spooked by all the blackness, inside and out and wouldn't even come to the circle of light from my tiny torch.
I knew he would be okay, so I gave up and went to bed as I'd planned. Within ten minutes he was miaowing at the door, so I let him in and we went to sleep.
I learned the next morning (Monday) it had been a major blackout with 110,000 homes affected.
As if that wasn't enough, that next afternoon, (Monday), the garden maintenance men somehow managed to cut through a water supply pipe and the whole complex was without water for several hours until it got fixed. Luckily, I have a ten litre cask of spring water here all the time, so I had water for drinking, for coffee, for brushing my teeth.
The water supply was restored after dark, and it was yucky!
A lot of dirt must have got into the pipe while it was being fixed, every time I flushed the toilet, hoping to see clear water, it looked like our supply was coming from the sewers. URK!
The water was still coloured the next morning, but gradually cleared. When it was finally clean, I ran the washing machine through a full cycle without any clothes or detergent, just to be sure there wouldn't be any dirty water in the pipes there when I next wanted to do my washing.
So that's two big happenings and I'm told bad things come in threes, so I'm wondering what's next? Or has the third thing already happened and I just didn't notice it?