I had intended to witter on about summer – or the lack thereof – share the odd occasions we had sun during our beach holiday – chat about salads – and maybe even how inspiring I find persian rugs. I know, strange combination.
[ above blurry photo is intended to serve as proof that there was something happening today in Bootville, apart from watching the telly ]
But instead, we’ve spent most of the afternoon and all of the evening glued to the television watching the ABC’s coverage of the dreadful, dreadful, horrible, terrifying flood crisis that is literally engulfing south east Queensland and my home town of Brisbane. Yes, Brisbane to which my Mum and Abby returned on Sunday. We’ve chatted SO many times today and currently, whilst many other Queenslanders are experiencing horrendous circumstances and some poor souls have even lost their lives, both Mum and Abby are fine. They are both in suburbs predicted to be affected by the floods – Mum’s at home in Kangaroo Point and Abby’s across the way in South Brisbane staying with friends. And whilst large tracts of these suburbs will undoubtedly disappear under the muddy, torrid waters of the Brisbane River – and parts already have – both Mum’s house and Abby’s friend’s house are situated up high on hills. The water would have to be CATASTROPHICALLY high to reach them.
In a moment of doubt, Mum rang the old upholsterer who lived across the street for 60 years to see whether he’d experienced water down their street and he hadn’t. And if it becomes a risk, they will simply head up to school (high on a hill in a seven storey building) and pretend they are boarders until the waters subside. But – holy moly – what a terrible thing. For so many years now, the powers that be in South East Queensland have waxed on lyrically and smugly about the flood proofness of Brisbane – you know, like that boat that could never sink. And during this long and poetic song, the same troubadours/officials have approved the building of thousands of homes in low lying, riverside areas ignored by earlier, far more sensible generations of Brisbanites who understood that you may never take Mother Nature or the Brisbane River for granted. I foresee lots of angry people with their very expensive houses very wet.
And we are talking about a city that just a few years ago, had only 16% water capacity in its dam (same dam that was going to save Brisbane from floods and is now holding 193% capacity) and rigorous, depressing water restrictions. It’s a contrary world we live in.
Oh and Mum’s eye – not so good. It seems that the silicone scleral buckle holding her retina to her eye has pushed through the eye on the left side. Ouch! And poor Mum’s going in for the fourth round of eye surgery on Thursday. That’s if she can of course. Who knows where the apocalyptic waters of South East Queensland will be by then. Positive side of this continuing eye dilemna – despite the prosthesis protruding – which is a recipe for infection – we have been so rigorous and diligent with the drop administering that all else is fine and there is no infection. Cheers for that huh!
As for us here in Melbourne. We’ve watched the handsome young news presenter tell us the same story over and over and over again for the last several hours. And whilst he’s doing a marvellous job, we’ve had enough for now. I’m sure there’ll be more news in the morning.