updates from the Book (updated!)

These are from Facebook yesterday and last night. My family and friends are getting ready for a belting from Yasi.

from my brother M:
* Generator's had a run, Got bread, milk and coffee, Filled the gas bottle, everything is tied down, Trigger (the Wonder Dog) is holding the couch down. We're ready!!
* me - Is trigger still keeping that couch safe?
M - No.. He must reckon the lino in front of the fan is more likely to go :)
me - LMAO! Good boy Trigger. Don't forget to lay on Grandad if he looks like floating away.

* M - Well the houses, both next door and across the road, Will be safe. They have been driving nails in for the last 3 days, and still hammering away!!
me - maybe they're building an ark. You should see if they have any spare room.
M - We will take the tinny. I'm not getting on an ark with two tiapans!!
Cousin J - At least they are using nails, not like my neighbours. Swampies is a termite nest and the other house is made out of the stuff for fridges. and there is not a nail or screw in it. It is just a big jigsaw puzzle. It will be interesting to see how it holds up.
me - You might end up with most of it on the patio, J.
J - well if i ever want to build a fridge i will have the bits all ready to go.

* M - Still atm. Like nothings happening.
me - How's Dad? puffing on those cigarettes I bet.
M - He's pretty cool for now. Been a bit ... funny... today, but I think he's just settled down to wait now. Done all we can.
me - I expect he's scared but doesn't want to say so. K said he's been nailing down everything in the yard.
(apparently Dad was driving nails into , or tying down everything in sight)
M - Just stabbed himself in the bum. Had a screwdriver in his pocket from tightning something up!!!!

* M - (this morning) Man... You should hear how many hammers are doing overtime this morning... its freaky!!!

* M - Well thats about 300 million nails in the house next door!!!!!!!!! Its getting bloody annoying!!

* sister K -- wonder how long the house next door will last?

M -- Forever. It's got 300 million new nails in it.

from my sister S:
* So, BOM tracking site looks like Yasi will hit mission beach and then straight over the top of Atherton. I'm off to get supplies, mainly coffee.

* i bought a lotto ticket as well. may as well

* You know someone should invent a battery operated kettle............

From my cousin J:
* J - no genny! :(
brother M - Start making ice for the esky while you have power!!!
me - good thinking
M - If you make a kite and tie a key to it, on a long piece of copper wire....
me - you try it first, and let us know how you get on.

I love these people. God, please let them all survive.

all kinds of bad

Looks like my mum and my sister & BIL, my other sister and BIL, my dad and my two brothers will all cop a direct hit from TC Yasi, in that order.
Mum and Baby Sister live right on the coast, so we don't know if they'll be evacuated yet. We hope so.
Middle Sister lives up on the Tablelands, and Dad and brothers live higher again. They all survived Larry without a scratch, but MS says it was the most terrifying thing she'd ever experienced. And Yasi is expected to be worse. They're calling it a life-threatening event.

For those of you who only saw photos of suburban damage, Larry left the countryside looking like a giant whipper-snipper had been through. Trees were taken out in gigantic swathes. They weren't merely knocked over; they looked as if they'd exploded.
There were no leaves to be seen on them, they'd been completely stripped. And the leaves themselves were shredded. Like confetti. Can you imagine the power of winds like that?

However, surviving the cyclone is not the end of it.
TC Tasha hit on Christmas Day, and they were all without fresh food supplies till after the Brisbane floods started to subside.
When I say "fresh food supplies" I don't mean they couldn't get lettuce. I mean, the supermarkets were not re-stocked because the roads were closed. From Christmas Day on.
There was no milk (even though it's a dairying region. Because the Qld Gvt decided years ago that it would be illegal to sell milk that hasn't been processed. Which is all done Down South. So dairy farmers were pouring their milk down the drain, while the shops had none.)
There was no bread. No meat. Some fruit and veg, whatever had survived the water anyway. No tinned goods. No nappies. No coffee.
NO COFFEE!
No power, or phone, no internet access for days. They relied on other people to txt them and let them know what was happening, or listened out on the radio for news.

I know that the loss of life in Sth Qld was beyond bad. No-one in NQ died in Tasha. There was no devastating flash flooding. But it was still bad, and largely ignored by the media. They aren't getting any money from the mud tax. Many of them will still be required to pay the tax.
It drives me mad that our politicians are so city-centric. They forget, a state doesn't end when you drive out of the city limits.

Anyway, I've spoken to one sister this morning, and have to ring my mum. Going to try and talk her into heading inland. I'd rather they lost their house than their lives.

a real fairy-tale Princess

all images are owned by Adele Enersen, a mum and photographer.

a good Nana is worth her weight in gold

I have a great Nana.

She comes up to about my chin, which is to say 5 foot tops, which all my boys think is hilarious because she makes them stand on the bottom step to talk to her, while she stands on the top.

She was widowed years ago, and lives on her own in her own home in SE Qld. During the drought, when she lived out of town, she carted water and milked cows and chopped wood. Now she lives in town near my uncle and she doesn't have to do those things for herself, although my uncle had to take her ladder away from her after they found out she'd been up on it cleaning her guttering out. She complained to everyone who'd listen that her son stole her ladder, so they bought her a new one and made sure it's too short for her to reach the guttering.

For her 80th birthday, my cousin bought her a beautiful statue for her garden, but he warned her that she wasn't to move it around by herself. If she wanted to shift it, she had to promise to ask him to do it.
"Well." she huffed. "I didn't know it was going to come with strings attached!"

She grew up with the Depression mentality that you make do or do without, and her idea of luxury is to buy some new plants or handicrafts materials. She used to let me, as a treat, take all her hand-made doilies out of the drawer and look through them, and when I got older, I was allowed to iron them.
Her meals were always good old-fashioned affairs, like sausages with 3 veg, and she made the yummiest rice pudding ever.

When I was a little girl, her farm was the coolest place in the world to be. We had endless hours of delight playing in the creek or wandering through the rainforest, or tagging around after her, probably driving her mad although I never remember her even snapping at us.
We never wanted to go home, ever. (sorry, Mum!)

Her house has it's own smell, and it makes me think of woodsmoke and pumpkin and kerosene, which might sound a bit odd but I love it. It's also filled with hand-crafted items, from her own exquisite embroidery and crochet, to the furniture my grandfather made, to the quilts my mum made for her.

Every kid should have a grandparent who loves them. I'm so lucky to still have mine.

fun with words

Still waiting for 'our' cyclone -- it's just started raining outside but not a breath of wind yet (happily!)

Anyway, I'm bored, so I thought I'd post something that made me laugh when I read it. Those of you who love words will enjoy this. Let me know your favourites.

abdicate to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach

balderdash a rapidly receding hairline

bustard a very rude bus driver

carcinoma a valley in California, notable for its heavy smog

circumvent the opening in the front of boxer shorts

coffee a person who is coughed upon

esplanade to attempt an explanation while drunk

flabbergasted appalled over how much weight you have gained

flatulence the emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller

gargoyle an olive-flavored mouthwash

lymph to walk with a lisp

Macadam the first man on Earth, according to the Scottish bible

negligent describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightie

oyster a person who sprinkles his or her conversation with Yiddish expressions

rectitude the formal, dignified demeanor assumed by a proctologist immediately before he or she examines you

semantics pranks conducted by young men studying for the priesthood, including such things as gluing the pages of the priest's prayer book together just before vespers

testicle a humorous question on an exam

equator a menagerie lion running around the Earth through Africa.

germinate to become a naturalized German

momentum what you give a person when they are going away

planet a body of Earth surrounded by sky

rhubarb a kind of bloodshot celery

vacuum a large, empty space where the pope lives

arachnoleptic fit the frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web

beelzebug Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out

bozone the substance surrounding stupid people, which stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

burglesque a poorly planned break-in

cashtration the act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

caterpallor the color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating

decafalon the gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you

Dopeler effect the tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly

foreploy any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of obtaining sex

giraffiti vandalism spray-painted very, very high

glibido all talk and no action

hipatitis terminal coolness

ignoranus a person who's both stupid and an asshole

inoculatte to take coffee intravenously when you are running late

intaxication euphoria at getting a refund from the ATO, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with

Karmageddon It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like a serious bummer.

osteopornosis a degenerate disease

reintarnation coming back to life as a hillbilly

sarchasm the gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the recipient who doesn't get it

tatyr a lecherous Mr. Potato Head

a cyclone? are you kidding me?

Currently, TC Bianca has decided to take a trip down south and is coming to see us. She's rated at a 3 right now -- they say she could degrade to a 1 as she hits us, but then again, cyclones are known to be capricious and she could gather her skirts and stomp right over us.

It's REALLY hot and sticky today, and the leaves are just hanging down like they've been painted on. I've got one eye on the sky (very grey) as I run around, taking down hanging baskets, gathering kids toys and bikes, shifting the barbie, the outdoor setting and the stuff in the shed (which we know leaks in any heavy rain)
They're saying it'll cross the coast on Sunday morning so I have plenty of time but a LOT to do.
The beach is only 200 m away and this is a low lying area, but truly you don't expect cyclones this far south. If you stand on tiptoe you can nearly see Antarctica, for crying out loud. We've only had one before, as far as anyone can remember.

Anyway, I must be off. I have to tape windows and panic buy all the milk and bread in town.

Basil and his mates

This house has a fairly small backyard which is mostly full of a tree and a huge shed, so there isn't any room for a veggie garden.
So I have to grow stuff in pots or in the front garden.
Being a fresh herb addict, there are a few 'must-haves' which I've already planted, and now that I know I won't be moving overseas anytime soon, I can start planting the rest.
It's amazing how much will grow in pots in a nice sunny position.

Here's Basil. He's delicious with some warm pasta, a little olive oil and a few grape tomatoes.

And here are the Scarborough Fair Quads

parsley

sage

rosemary

thyme

You're singing the song in your head, right now, aren't you? Uh-huh.

oregano. Or maybe sweet marjoram.

chillies (yes, not a herb, but aren't they pretty?)

Lastly, mint -- for the mojitos, you know. MMMMM. Mojitos....

(poor mint has had a beating from the caterpillars but he'll bounce back in no time.)

I'd like to get some tomatoes growing soon. I have 4 or 5 different varieties to plant. I would like to track down more varieties of basil, and try to get coriander to grow (never have had any luck with it).

If we had the space, I'd plant corn and beans and snowpeas and capsicums and lettuce too. Home-grown tastes so much better than supermarket!

* This post was inspired by River's garden. Thanks River!

my thoughts on Australia Day.

While I get the whole point that Aboriginal people have good reason not to want to celebrate the current Australia Day, and I get that Jan 26th is the day the British landed here, not the day Australia was formed as a nation, I don't get the inflammatory and accusing tone of the whole 'Invasion Day' thing.

I, for one, am sick to death of this assumed collective guilt that some (mostly non-Aboriginal) sections of society seem determined to force upon all of us.
"We" did not invade Australia.
I wasn't even here then. Were you?
In fact, I'm 'only' a 3rd generation Aussie. And I come from mixed German and Danish heritage on my mothers' side, so half of me isn't even of British heritage.
And I'm tired of feeling pressured to assume a guilt I don't feel and haven't inherited.

Don't get me wrong. I don't believe that the Aboriginal people were treated fairly or well. They lost their lands, their culture, and their lives. They deserve national recognition of that. They need to shake off the remnants of that enforced heritage, and national recognition of the crimes committed against them is a huge part of that.

But there are two parts to this story.

Noel Pearson says " It is a terrible thing to encourage people to see themselves as victims. It concedes defeat, and it can literally kill. Victims do not take responsibility for what they eat and drink, for their health and mental well-being; their families become dysfunctional and their children are damaged.

We need a proud and principled defence against racism. Many Aboriginal people possess this dignity and strength. We must make it the dominant outlook of our people and abolish the absurd notion that "my rights depend on you fulfilling your responsibilities to me." "

How does it serve reconciliation to keep forcing us (all Australians) into this position? Why can't we all just be Australians first? instead of having to decide how much guilt we own? whether we're invaded, or invaders? victim or victor? black, white or Asian? Christian, Muslim, or atheist?

We all live here now. The past has happened. As someone wise once said, "If you live in the past, you're doomed to repeat it."

If you feel pressed to comment, remember -- mean people suck.

the power of dreams

I woke up a while ago from a disturbing dream, about a tsunami. All the water had disappeared from the shore, leaving a lot of black mud...

I really believe that some of our dreams are subconscious manifestations of issues or problems in our daily lives, and I dream about water a LOT.

Water, in dreams, represents emotion. My water dreams (ooh, that sounds much racier than it really is) are usually about fish tanks (repressed or contained emotion), or a car I'm in accidentally driving off a bridge (too complicated and requiring much explanation).

The tsunami dream apparently means that 'you are being overwhelmed by some repressed feeling or unconscious material that is rising up to the surface. You are experiencing some unhappiness and emotional instability in a waking situation.'

Yep.

I also often dream of houses. Houses represent your own soul or self, and the different rooms are metaphors for aspects of your psyche. I dream of houses with lots of kitchens (the nurturing part of me) and bedrooms. Hmm. I'll just say that maybe I need more... sleep.

So -- dreaming of a tsunami threatening my home... you don't have to be Freud to put that one together, right?