School day one, 2013

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The roads were open and so I made it to the first day of classes for 2013. I have a senior home class this year, which means a mix of students from years 10,11 and 12. Today I only had the year 12s as year 8 and 12 were the only classes to start. The 12s were there their to buddy with the year 8s.

My home class is in the library. Another class, a middle years home class of year 8 and 9 (and later year 7 when the change over happens in 2015) is also in the library, and they buddy with my class. Their home teacher is the learning support team leader and she had great plans for her first class with the year 8s but got called to an emergency meeting about a troubled student and didn’t appear for her class. So, I ended up combining her class with mine, which we were going to do, but towards the end of the class, not quite as soon as we did.

I haven’t had a home class at this school and so it was all new to me, but luckily the year 12s rose to the occasion and took the year 8s for a tour of the school and answered any questions I couldn’t.

The day kind of followed that; unorganised, organised chaos! Also, because of all the rain and moisture in the air, the humidity has been near intolerable and working in a library without air conditioning was not the greatest thrill in the world. We also had to line up for our staff ID photos, sweating from every facial pore. We weren’t dewey, we were drenched.

So tonight I am tired, still dehydrated and a little bit annoyed about a few things that happened, and something that will no doubt happen tomorrow. In all I am struggling to find things to be grateful for.
arrows University of Chicago co-eds Marian McKenney, Jane Brady, and Natalie Stern, 1935

Well, there was the grade twelve students been so mature and helpful. Scratching for more, or should I just be thankful for that one thing?

There was the new Lumineers CD that I listened to while I drove and from work and really enjoyed.

Augie Dog was waiting for me at the garage door when I arrived home, and didn’t try to knock me over in his joy at seeing me, for once. He is almost 6 months old now and A BIG BOY – I have the bruises to prove that!

I am going to leave it there – quit while I am ahead, because I have the feeling that if I list further things will turn negative. Such as, day one is over… and another 192 days to go!

Now I will have that drink, or six.

drink wine

after the rains

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Sunlight glittered on wet leaves for the first morning in days, and she went unseen in the garden forest until she decided to move. Grey in the soaked green and brown vegetation she hopped onto the grey driveway and followed it up the slope.

She stood at the boundary of our property and the neighbours, on alert, but confident of her position. A human voice in the distance caused her to twitch her head ensuring her safety before she hopped forward and disappeared behind the hedge of trees towards the open bushland.

The gift of living in the country, living with nature.

 

 

mornings

grey skies and soggy feet

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Overhead the poor man sitting on his patio (above) talking on his mobile and saying that the water was starting to drop. He has blue plastic pushed into all the weep holes in the walls of his house.

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The frogs were in absolute frog heaven as we passed this area of grassland (below). They were croaking in absolute harmony and delight. There must have been a horde of them but they were all well hidden from our sight.

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We lost town water, but were able to switch over to tank water. The power is still on which is amazing and I hope it stays that way, but anything can happen. Rain has been interrupted by periods of sunshine today, so maybe the worst is over for our area. As we passed the local high school which is being used as an evacuation centre Mr FD remarked that “There is a lot of agony in there”. Many of those within would have been flooded in 2011. The main business area is under water so life in general will be disrupted for some time. I fear some won’t make it back again. Cities down stream are yet to peak but expected to be lower than 2011.

Living the moment…

flooding 2013 style

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The flood waters are creeping down the main street of The Village. The locals are taking it in their stride with a horde of sightseers down watching the waters rise. In true Aussie spirit a group are sitting on the veranda of the pub, surrounded by flood water and drinking their way through the flood.

An automated telephone and text message came through to evacuate to the local high school but as we are much higher than the high school we are staying in our house (and probably wouldn’t get across the duck pond to get to it anyway!). We checked flood levels to ensure we were above known flood levels before we purchased the house.

We still have power, which amazes me. I hope it continues, but we are well stocked for torches and candles if need be. I froze water in large blocks to keep the freezer cold if the power does go out – I learnt a couple of things from the last flood even though it was in the city! This is when it pays to have a landline and a telephone handset that doesn’t work off electricity because if the power goes and mobiles go flat it is nice to have the old fashioned but dependable landline.

I suspect that school won’t be resuming on time, with Ipswich flooding to peak once at midnight on Monday and then again late on Tuesday. If it does, I know one teacher who will probably be absent!  Brisbane is expected to peak at noon on Tuesday and again on Wednesday. The Village is upstream from both and we are experiencing a peak tonight.

From our top garden terrace we watched the water gradually spread out across the plain and The Village. It really does look like an inland sea.

Tomorrow is another day, and we all hope the sun shines and everyone stays safe overnight. Two major floods in two years is traumatic and life destroying for so many people, some of whom are still to have their homes rebuilt after the last flood in 2011. Our thoughts and prayers are with them.

It doesn’t rain, it pours.

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Queensland is in flood again, and while we are high and safe we are about to be cut off, if we aren’t already. Mr FD and I made a fast and very efficient trip to the local supermarket to stock up on milk, bread, eggs and extra dog food so we should be able to weather the next couple of days if nothing unexpected happens. Hopefully the power will stay connected as we haven’t purchased a generator as yet, but we did okay with the bbq in 2011 and a small battery generator to charge phones so fingers crossed. The reports are that once the rain clears in a day or so, it should all clear fairly quickly.

We are learning the joys of entertaining a large energetic puppy in wet weather. Augie Dog has been fairly well disciplined still asking to go outside to toilet, though he has been given the option of a puppy pad on the patio. We just have to whisk him inside quickly once his business is done, as he has discovered the joys of the muddy bare areas in the lawn. Luckily we have made a game out of rubbing him down with a towel and so he cooperates most of the time.

Reports of tornadoes in some area on the mid north coast of Queensland, and the warning is out for most of south east Queensland for more of the same. The wind has been building over the weekend and has been blowing a gale for awhile.

AS I WRITE THIS I HAVE JUST CAUGHT SIGHT OF AUGIE THROUGH THE WINDOW. HE IS COVERED IN MUD FROM HEAD TO TOE AND IS SITTING LOOKING AT ME QUITE JOYOUSLY . IT WAS MR FD’S WATCH.

IF WE RUN OUT OF FOOD, WE ARE FEEDING MR FD TO AUGIE.

 

I shall return later, I have a man to beat with a stick.