313 days…
I suspect there is some serious flooding going on at the farm … I haven’t been able to get onto GC to find out…. but considering that there was 304mm (12 inches) of rain at a nearby recording station last night and the creek and river are both up already, my money is on some fairly extensive water views.
I doubt the house is under, but you remember the 1974 flood so would have a better idea than me.
I just checked the weather bureau … the creek had just kissed major flooding levels upstream and is 4m over major flooding levels downstream after the creek meets the river.
So I’m guessing the flats are under and the gullies backed up. I hope the house and sheds are OK.
Meanwhile, I continue to sweep water from under our house and despair that we will ever be dry again.
It’s just miserable and tiring, and draining (pun totally intended).
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I saw a lady called Rochelle on the news. She and her three kids were evacuated from their home in Rockhampton.
Then the announcer said that Rochelle is a widow.
My heart just dropped and I wept.
While I’ve donated to the flood appeal, I wish I knew this lady’s details as I’d like to donate something directly to her and her kids.
Widowhood should protect us from other catastrophes.
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Last night I had a bit of a cry (what’s new?) and asked God to take the burden from me….. all I can say is that I slept well and there wasn’t much rain last night.
Maybe he does hear me.
Maybe he is a giant punching bag, letting me vent my anger at him because there is really nobody else to blame.
I hate feeling so unsure of things I used to be so sure of.
I miss you.
I love you.
XA
Oh Amanda… God is definitely a giant punching bag. THat made me smile a little – after having my heart torn about with your unspoken connection to the Rocky widow… you are so right. You should totally be protected from all the other shite that flies around…
Hugs
BB
I bet you can contact the station and let them know you’d like to locate her.
Your Pun totally intended made me smile.
I had one of those good nights, too, after screaming and retching and asking to please lay some of this down. My current theory is that there is the incomprehensible, far away god (science, physics, whatever – not anything my mind can conceive), and said force does whatever it feels like, for whatever its reasons, or no reasons. In between us and that is a realm of intermediaries, those beings and things that bring evenings of peace, have 11s show up, shower the beach with heart rocks at just the right time…
IDK, I guess that there is something that knows these things are going to happen, no stopping them – rivers and roadways and other such things. And they are here to hold onto us, to bring tiny gentlenesses, to keep us as well and as loved as they can.