Planning, thats what these events are about. When you mind is running on possibilities and your body on adrenaline the mix tends to lead to random inconsequential acts like moving stuff from one part of the deck to the other, as if thats going to make a difference.
I didn’t really have a detailed plan just a big picture:
- get the downstairs stuff on the deck
- get the garage stuff as high as possible
- have a place to go to in case of the worst scenario
- get the tenants out (they had no transport)
- have my most personal stuff packed and ready to go.
What the hell is your personal stuff? Is it you undies, christmas cards still hanging on the kitchen blinds, insurance documents (wherever they were), kids drawings of pirate ships from grade two, photos with no dates, framed awards, paintings hanging on the wall, Billie, or your favourite teapot? No doubt if I went on the web somebody with lots of time on their hands would have a nice little list you could tick off electronically as you scooted from room to room searching for what might look like personal stuff. Actually I just had a thought. Why not have a big stamp – PERSONAL – and as you accumulate junk throughout your life just whack it with the stamp, then its just a simple matter of throwing the stuff into a box, no brain time involved.
Well its just after midday and although I am still sticking to my big picture plan throwing stuff randomly around the house the water is rising relentlessly, actually the better word is insidiously.
The back deck is looking challenging with all the furniture from downstairs now thrown into “organized” heaps. I’m not sure where the fridge is getting is power from but it looks internal which must be a first.
The apartment or is this description a bit posh for a single bedroom space, is looking decidedly empty. Mind you its had a shower and a kitchen, furniture and a tellie, “pond” views, frog symphonies at night and a wireless internet connection all for few dollars a week.
Next door in the laundry the washing machine looked a bit like something out of Dr Who. Did you know they put concrete in these bloody things just to make it harder to move around in times of crisis. Why can’t they have a thing you fill with water so its stops doing the tango with a big wash then all you would have to do is drain it when you want to move it (hmm I should patent that idea). This baby was only 12 months old and still learning how to deal with my “smalls”. Note the nice touch, a little cloth to protect the coffee table. Obviously I was not brain dead and I was attending to detail and not just the big picture.
As for the garage the exercise of throwing stuff higher really did not make a difference to the existing chaos, it was just rearranged at a higher altitude. Mind you I got all the Multi-Pak orientations correct, fruitlessly pointing to up as the arrows show and there’s my Kinchrome Tool Trolly box proudly sitting on top of the pile. Believe it or not there is room for a car.
Outside it was wet and getting a little more exciting. The four houses are little havens for Anita and Pete and little baby Adam on the left (thats Anita in the window trying to figure out what to do with Adam. My place next door with the Honda, Bryn’s with the trailer in front and then Craig and Belinda’s. The thing to note is the rubbish bins – talk about denial. Pete and I have our bins out ready for a visit from our friendly council truck but no sign of a bin at Bryn’s place.
And here is the sage. Bryn’s dad. I apologize for forgetting his name and will correct it when I find out but this is the fellow who knows what he is talking about when it comes to water. Well its Greg – its is 4 months later and I have finally gotten around to correcting this.
It’s a very simple formulae.
rain + rain = lots of water so get out
About an hour later it was obvious that the toad tadpoles in the pond had a decidedly larger choice of swimming space since the creeping water had infiltrated further up the block. Insidious is a good word since the water silently invaded my space without a word of permission.
Thirty minutes later the creep had accelerated and the water had now reached the pavers adjacent to the house. This was not looking good and our laser – stick – tape measure calculations earlier in the day were looking decidedly dodgy.