I'm now at a cafe on the northside of Alice where there is power...the owner has kindly let me use a powerboard in front of the 'stage' where there is unfortunately live lunchtime music (most live music is fairly unfortunate in Alice, not least because you've already heard the performer several times). I told her I had good powers of concentration, tho I probably can't do much more than blog, under the conditions. I have an hour left on my other, older laptop with the bigger screen and more sophisticated scriptwriting software, which I was using yesterday...I'm hoping to charge up another three hours on this one.
A 43 yo man has been found dead in the Todd...apparently, he'd been drinking then was swept away in the current while trying to ford the river. He's been named as 'Kwementyaye', so clearly he's Aboriginal, and quite possibly homeless or itinerant if he was by the Todd. We're being urged on the radio to 'stay indoors at home' -- not an option for everyone -- because monsoonal waters are passing over the centre to the north-east of town...which doesn't mean that they won't flow to the south where I live.
It doesn't take much to make you realise how dependent you are on a couple of infrastructure elements to maintain your pretentious lifestyle. Once my plans for the day were so rudely thrown out by a power outage, I decided to embark on another decluttering campaign, this time the plastics cupboard in the kitchen. There has been a major pest infestation in Alice, thanks to this inclement weather, and some cockroaches have taken up residence in my plastics. (This is at its most abject when you find roach dirt in the ice cube trays.)
I reckoned I could chuck out at least half my plastics, anyway: you can't take it with you and all that. None of this perfectionistic dithering about whether you might need a certain container again, faintly veiled by internalised ecological guilting. Things can be 'chucked' in the Salvoes' bin, because there'll always be someone in need, especially in Alice.