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On…where the hell did I park my ark?!

I’ve mentioned before that we live next to a river.  Well, the river has gone through some…changes since Saturday.

Last week still, it looked something like this:

Green River
green, half-full, and smelling like sewage

Saturday we had a fair amount of rain, both here and in the catchment area, and it looked like this:

Muddy River
muddy, full, flowing strongly, and no longer smelling of sewage

This morning we were woken by frantic knocking at our door.  It looked like this:

Flooded River
Holy crap on a cracker! Can I rent a boat somewhere to get to work?

Apparently the catchment area received a lot more rain last night and the river overflowed its banks, flooding our access road.  Reportedly the guys at disaster management called the fire department to notify us, but the fire department didn’t know where our building was.  A comforting thought.

Luckily, we’re all Afrikaners in the building and the saying goes, ‘n Boer maak ‘n plan (a Boer makes a plan).  So, we cut the fence of the animal park next door and evacuated the cars that way round.  The fire department showed up (eventually) and cut the lock on the access gate to the park and we could get out.  Our parking area has been temporarily relocated to the security firm who’s our neighbour on the other side:

Cars
What would one do without neighbours?

In the hour since I’ve taken these pics the water level has risen by about another three inches.  Now it would have been too late to evacuate our cars.

I have to get to work now, but I’ll be back later with more updates and more photos.  Have a great day.  Mine’s turning out to be quite exciting.

On home (mine)

I realise I’ve been giving myself (and this blog) over to a lot of rants recently.  Sorry about that.  Sometimes you just need to, you know, vent.

But today I’m going to remedy that.  See, yesterday when I got home I saw to my great delight that my neighbour had returned.  His name is Elmo.

Actually, I’m not sure if he’s name is really Elmo, or even if he’s really a he.  But the wife and I named him Elmo because we like Elmo from Sesame Street (who doesn’t?), we have a friend named Elmo and it’s fun to say Elmo the emu.  Oh, yeah!  Elmo’s an emu.  Meet Elmo.

Emu
My name is Elmo and I’m an emu.
Hello Elmo

Emu’s are large, flightless birds indigenous to Australia.  They are the largest birds in Australia and second-largest in the world after the ostrich.  Emus are farmed in Australia, the US, Peru and China for their meat, leather and oil made from their fat.  I’ve never eaten emu.  I have eaten ostrich (note:  not “an ostrich” – that would be impossible).

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