amongst cockroaches

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.

The power came back on at 7.30 pm, so thankfully, I could actually see the dinner-making ingredients in the fridge.  Time to go back to DVD-watching on the life raft, etc.  Just saw that something about the History of Mould is showing on ABC 1 tonight, and thought, that sounds like something my mother would watch (‘it was very educational, dear!’)  Re-thought the situation entirely when I saw Dominic West was starring: does that make me shallow? Dominic can re-enact the history of mould any time...

 

Comments

[genevieve]

DAMN - I Did not know Dominic West was on that penicillin show. Husband was sneakily watching the srsly botoxed woman on the other channel who has to work hard for her money.
The boredom and lack of structure is the complete pox on staying home-ness, I have to say. Always cool to be looking at life from both sides thanks to your perspective, though.
In other news (and cutting said boredom perfectly) - Timothy has some great mixes going down! check 'em out.
http://thismachinekillspurists.blogspot.com/2010/02/pass-peas.html

[Francis Xavier Holden]

yeah ok ok - but what the hell are "The Girls" doing now with the floods, no electrickily and such in Alice.

Do "The Girls" have commitmentphobia? whatever that is.

Or are they in NYC or Scranton New Jersey or New Zealand or perhaps Royston Vasey in denial?

(I've decided denial is the new all encompassing word - can mean what ever you want)

[Francis Xavier Holden]

I think I just spotted the girls in NYC in denial big time.

http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/21610Shearling_7497Web.jpg

[Francis Xavier Holden]

I suppose the Todd in flood is a bit like denial - you with the cats on a barge doing a Cleopatra.

[Elsewhere]

That's a great image.
I'm just overthinking things because I'm a stay-at-home without enough distractions.
The girls have only just met because we're back in Act 1. But they're slated to meet up
in NYC en route to Aspen. At least one of them is in denial and the other is possibly projecting.