Morgan Bellthe blackout
April 2nd 2008 17:39
we had a blackout here in Tazzy tonight, just before the sun set, around 5pm, strong winds and rain took out most of the electrical power on the north/west coast . . . i was looking up a website on the computer and i walked over to the front door to call iota deville (my cat) as i was concerned i would see her hurtling across the horizon taken by the gale-force bluster . . . she didnt appear when i called, too wet too make a run for it i guess, and when looked back at the computer screen it was now black . . .
"mum, did you switch the computer off? i was in the middle of looking at something! why did you do that?"
i give mum my most exasperated kylie mole impersonation
"its a blackout"
was her simple reply, i now notice the tv in the loungeroom is no longer blaring
mum placed the fish she was preparing for dinner on a plate in the fridge and my parents resigned themselves to patiently and quietly waiting it out by reading their books in their armchairs . . . i tried to sit in the lounge with my parents . . . i thought "right, blackout, thats ok, should have the power back in 10 minutes" . . . 10 minutes pass . . . 20 minutes . . . 30 minutes . . . geez this is boring, my back hurts, i dont like this silence, if the tv isnt on im afraid my parents will talk to me to break the silence
i jump up and hastily exit the loungeroom and head for the bedroom, i cant watch tv, cant watch a dvd, cant look at the internet, cant even write a word document on the computer . . . sigh . . . i look at my mobile phone, its not charged, i cant re-charge it . . . i look at the vcr, the digital time display hasnt re-appeared . . . i pick up a book and read a few pages lying on my bed, but the impending dusk sees darkness begin to creep across my pages
oh look heres iota deville . . . dry as a bone . . . when the rain stopped she came to the front door and dad let her in and shes wandered up the hall to say hello
twilight is upon us, its too dark to read, theres no heat, theres no dinner being cooked
i pick up iota deville and go and get under the covers in my bed . . . i can hear mum in the background saying she rang the energy company and the power should be on within an hour and a half . . . right, well ill just have a nap through the waiting time, that way if im not conscious it wont be as unbareable . . . iota deville curls up next to me purring away into dreamland
i awake to complete pitch black, its freezing, i press the keypad on my mobile phone, its 9:30 and theres one bar of battery on the phone . . . i feel my way down the hall and hear my parents talking in the dark in their room, they spent some time reading by candlelight and are now in bed chatting . . . DONT YOU THINK ITS OUTRAGEOUS THAT THE POWER ISNT BACK ON!!! . . . they dont, they think its time for bed anyway . . .
"there will be sunlight in the morning"
huff
unacceptable
i find my glasses, my gloves, my jumper and big winter jacket . . . i find my handbag, shoes, and keys . . . all by the faint light of the mobile phone . . . im going for a drive, im not sitting in a big cold house in the dark, i can plug my mobile into my car-charger and listen to some cds in the car, maybe the supermarket or macdonalds has a generator and i can go bask in their flurescent light . . . i feel like im in a horror movie and im going crazy, i need some light . . . and heat . . . and sound
"the whole of tasmania has a power outage, nothing will be open" dad declares with authority
"you cant drive around at this time of night, its too dangerous in this weather" mum warns
well im going to see if theres power on anywhere, this seems ridiculous, and its not even raining anymore . . . and i just want to put the heat on in the car and have some external stimulation to my senses
as i drive out of our property i see street-lights at the bottom of the hill, i do a quick loop of the town and every street-light is on, business signs are lit, some houses have glowing windows from indoor lights behind blinds, some houses have outdoor lights on . . . i ring the energy company and ask why our street isnt back on, the street-lights on the hill we live on are still out . . . they thank me for reporting the outage and say they will use the information to get the problem fixed
i drive around for another 30 minutes to charge my phone, drive-thru macdonalds and sing along to a few tunes . . . i am filled with anticipation . . .as i approach the hill on my return home i see the beautiful warm orange glow of the street-light which marks my turn-off, i drive up the hill and into my street, on, on, on, on, every street-light is on, but as i enter my driveway i see my house is still blackened
i turn the doorknob and proceed inside the front door, silence apart from some parental snoring from the master bedroom . . . blackness . . . i turn the corner into the living room and there it is . . . the most joyous vision . . . the little green lights on the wifi modem winking at me like christmas lights!
YAY! we have light! i am so relieved!
"mum, did you switch the computer off? i was in the middle of looking at something! why did you do that?"
i give mum my most exasperated kylie mole impersonation
"its a blackout"
was her simple reply, i now notice the tv in the loungeroom is no longer blaring
mum placed the fish she was preparing for dinner on a plate in the fridge and my parents resigned themselves to patiently and quietly waiting it out by reading their books in their armchairs . . . i tried to sit in the lounge with my parents . . . i thought "right, blackout, thats ok, should have the power back in 10 minutes" . . . 10 minutes pass . . . 20 minutes . . . 30 minutes . . . geez this is boring, my back hurts, i dont like this silence, if the tv isnt on im afraid my parents will talk to me to break the silence
i jump up and hastily exit the loungeroom and head for the bedroom, i cant watch tv, cant watch a dvd, cant look at the internet, cant even write a word document on the computer . . . sigh . . . i look at my mobile phone, its not charged, i cant re-charge it . . . i look at the vcr, the digital time display hasnt re-appeared . . . i pick up a book and read a few pages lying on my bed, but the impending dusk sees darkness begin to creep across my pages
oh look heres iota deville . . . dry as a bone . . . when the rain stopped she came to the front door and dad let her in and shes wandered up the hall to say hello
twilight is upon us, its too dark to read, theres no heat, theres no dinner being cooked
i pick up iota deville and go and get under the covers in my bed . . . i can hear mum in the background saying she rang the energy company and the power should be on within an hour and a half . . . right, well ill just have a nap through the waiting time, that way if im not conscious it wont be as unbareable . . . iota deville curls up next to me purring away into dreamland
i awake to complete pitch black, its freezing, i press the keypad on my mobile phone, its 9:30 and theres one bar of battery on the phone . . . i feel my way down the hall and hear my parents talking in the dark in their room, they spent some time reading by candlelight and are now in bed chatting . . . DONT YOU THINK ITS OUTRAGEOUS THAT THE POWER ISNT BACK ON!!! . . . they dont, they think its time for bed anyway . . .
"there will be sunlight in the morning"
huff
unacceptable
i find my glasses, my gloves, my jumper and big winter jacket . . . i find my handbag, shoes, and keys . . . all by the faint light of the mobile phone . . . im going for a drive, im not sitting in a big cold house in the dark, i can plug my mobile into my car-charger and listen to some cds in the car, maybe the supermarket or macdonalds has a generator and i can go bask in their flurescent light . . . i feel like im in a horror movie and im going crazy, i need some light . . . and heat . . . and sound
"the whole of tasmania has a power outage, nothing will be open" dad declares with authority
"you cant drive around at this time of night, its too dangerous in this weather" mum warns
well im going to see if theres power on anywhere, this seems ridiculous, and its not even raining anymore . . . and i just want to put the heat on in the car and have some external stimulation to my senses
as i drive out of our property i see street-lights at the bottom of the hill, i do a quick loop of the town and every street-light is on, business signs are lit, some houses have glowing windows from indoor lights behind blinds, some houses have outdoor lights on . . . i ring the energy company and ask why our street isnt back on, the street-lights on the hill we live on are still out . . . they thank me for reporting the outage and say they will use the information to get the problem fixed
i drive around for another 30 minutes to charge my phone, drive-thru macdonalds and sing along to a few tunes . . . i am filled with anticipation . . .as i approach the hill on my return home i see the beautiful warm orange glow of the street-light which marks my turn-off, i drive up the hill and into my street, on, on, on, on, every street-light is on, but as i enter my driveway i see my house is still blackened
i turn the doorknob and proceed inside the front door, silence apart from some parental snoring from the master bedroom . . . blackness . . . i turn the corner into the living room and there it is . . . the most joyous vision . . . the little green lights on the wifi modem winking at me like christmas lights!
YAY! we have light! i am so relieved!
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Comment by Cheryl J
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You are such a city girl caught up in the country whirl. Damn now that I've said that Keith Urban will probably write a song about it.
I can't believe you drove around in that! You guys really got hammered today didn't you?
Modem Christmas lights, you crack me up
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"Keith Urban will probably write a song about it"
BAHAHAhahahaha
and yes i felt like i was gunna be attacked by a mob of zombie or vampires at any second!