Wednesday, 17 January 2024

When A Power Outage Changed From Romantic To (Potentially) Ruinous...

Welcome to Climate Change. I am not going to argue the causes of this phenomenon, because that will muddy the waters.  All I know is that 2023 was the warmest year of record. We began our summer here in Heavenly Beverley in November after only six weeks of spring. With a few exceptions, the heat has been unrelenting.

We have had some intense summer storms and yesterday, another storm was forecast. The day was stifling, but we were coping, as long as the power remained on. We lost power around two o'clock yesterday afternoon. We were surprised that the storm, when it actually arrived about an hour an a half later, was quite moderate, with only a brief episode of showers, a few rumbles and very little wind. 

The temperature dropped dramatically and the power restoration was estimated at around ten thirty last night. We were content with that forecast. We threw open the house, enjoyed a sultry evening outside, had a few glasses of vino, lit candles and waited for Western Power to flick the switch. 

Then, the estimate for power restoration changed to midday today.  Suddenly, the situation had altered. Michael and I both use CPAP devices for sleep apnoea. Michael's sleep apnoea is very severe. Mine is just severe. But I also have had increasing breathlessness since last October with a definitive diagnosis yet to be determined. I was frightened.

I rang Western power for clarification of our status. I still had internet at that time and noticed other areas with less customers were having their power restored before us. Why was this so?

The hapless call centre staffer tried hard to fob me off, There were hazards that needed to be repaired. Power lines down. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...

Thirteen years ago, we moved to Heavenly Beverley. Three weeks later, a massive thunderstorm tore through the Wheatbelt, killed a young woman in Geraldton and destroyed the power grid. On that occasion, we lost power for five days. All the food in our fridge perished. We had no communication other than a landline and only procured a generator for the last two days.

Fast forward from January 2011 to January 2024. Has Western Power improved its practices, its responses, its ability to mobilise in a crisis. Infuriatingly, I think not...

Western Power is owned publicly. Mister Sam Barbaro is the current CEO. I have some questions for Mister Barbaro -

1.If power poles and lines keep falling over, there must be an inherent fault in their design. When is Western Power going to proactively improve these designs so they don't fall down?

2. When will work orders be actually undertaken in a timely manner? The Parkerville fire just before Christmas was caused by a tree falling across a powerline. Apparently, a work order for that issue had not been completed.

3. Are there enough maintenance crews available at any given time? If not, why not?

4. How is maintenance prioritised? Why were areas with fewer customers having their power restored before larger areas? 

5. Are there enough regional maintenance workers to respond to these incidents? If not, why not?

6. Where is the required hardware and equipment stored in the case of an event such as yesterday's power failures? If these items are only stored in the metro area and limited regional centres, this is not adequate. When will this situation improve for country consumers?

7. It seems to me that Western Power only operates in a reactionary manner, rather than in a proactive way? Why will Western Power begin to act proactively, so these power outages can be dealt with smoothly and efficiently?

8. When will Western power provide clear communication on its pages or by its call centre staff, so customers actually understand the issues?

Without my CPAP device last night, I was breathless, uncomfortable and woke frequently feeling as if I was suffocating. Michael's sleep was severely disturbed by apnoea episodes. We were both shattered by day break.

We then lost mobile coverage and the internet. We are at a loss to understand this added calamity. We had no way of communicating with anyone whatsoever. Telstra, please explain,,,

The 12 noon restoration time came and went. We received notification that power would be restored after two o'clock. Almost immediately, we received another text from Western Power, alluding to another "fault" and an estimated restoration time of nine-thirty tonight.

Without any fanfare, our power was restored at about three-thirty. Too late for most of the perishables in the fridge. I have thrown out items that had obviously warmed above a safe temperature. Even with the fridge closed and the house shut up, a 40 degree C day (104 degrees F) still caused our internal temperature to rise to 35 degrees.

As far as my breathlessness was concerned, the power was restored in the nick of time, I was contemplating going to our local hospital as I felt so unwell. The only other venue that had functioning airconditioning today was the Shire office. I turned on the fans and the airconditioning and slept for nearly three hours with my CPAP machine working once more.

Western Power needs to improve its performance immediately. Not tomorrow, not next week or next month or next year. Those of all across the state who endured this extended outage should be banging on the door of the CEO. The Minister for Energy, Mister Reece Whitby, should be requesting urgent action by prevent any further debacles. I shall be writing to both of them.

In the meantime, I have submitted a claim to Western Power. If successful, I shall receive a piddly $120 off my next bill. I am not impressed.

Stay tuned!

 

 

 

 

 
Climate change is here...

 

 

 
Why do power poles and lines fail?

 

 


Why do we always have to complain en-masse to see any improvements in so many organisations?


Tuesday, 16 January 2024

Four Billion Bucks A Year For Our Pets. It's An Absolute Bargain!

We are just over two weeks into 2024. We seem to be in the midst of an endless summer. Today has been one of those topsy-turvy days that sneak up on us from time to time. I woke this morning when the temperature was still relatively cool. Eventually, I convinced myself to get up instead of rolling over and going back to sleep. A quick cup of tea and I began the endless cycle of watering. Then, with Michael still snoozing, I loaded the dogs into the car and set off for our oval before the day became too hot for their energetic romp.

The Beverley Oval is the envy of many other Wheatbelt towns. The grass is lovingly tended with lashings of recycled water, probably with some substances that dogs love to lick as a result. The lawn is green and soft and has become a magnet this summer for doggy playdates. Morning and evening, some of the regulars are usually there with their mums or dads in tow. A welcoming paradise away from prickles and burrs.

Ruby, Violet, Ada, Robbie, Muppet and Luna are some of the gang. A social and tolerant bunch, they cheerfully pinch each other's tennis balls, try and leave with somebody else or wander off with with a fancy for romance. If one goes missing ( Robbie decided to head off with his girlfriends), we all launch into search mode. All for one and one for all...

Yesterday, Susie was at the oval with Cashew ( her cashew coloured terrier cross), who had just had surgery for rather a lot of obscure stones in her bladder. The results had just returned from Minnesota (!) and Susie was expecting a lifelong change to an expensive renal diet for Cashew. As Emma Toms once noted, about twenty-five years ago,  "Four billion bucks a year. That's how much Australians are spending on their pets"...

Lexi, our goofy, lolloping, growing-before-our-eyes Groodle puppy was an very expensive mutt indeed. By far the most I have ever spent on any dog. Was she worth the money? Without a doubt. She is pretty much non-allergenic, which is a must for Michael's asthma. She trips over her own feet, is the worst ball catcher I have ever seen, gallops with Stella at a million miles an hour, annoys Chop and is now quite tall enough to clear every bench. She adores eating cat kibble, plastic, tennis balls, sticks, important documents, the TV guide (repeatedly) and entire tissue boxes. Stella has now taken the status akin to Lady Grantham and is referred to as our "intellectual giant". Lexi is affectionately known as "shit for brains" but that is a complete misnomer. Lexi is probably the most intelligent dog we have ever owned. Which is a bit of a worry as she may end up smarter than the rest of us.

I can't imagine our lives without our Motley Crew. And if I wasn't sure of Stella's unconditional love and loyalty for her adopted "sister" Lexi-poo, she proved that this morning in spades.

When we arrived in our usual spot, one other local was there with his terrier. We exchanged pleasantries, the three dogs had a play and then he left. Shortly afterwards, a white ute roared into the carpark and a youngish English sounding chap had arrived with his two Staffies.

I must admit to having a bit of unease with these dogs. Sophie, my first Weimaraner, was attacked by a loose Staffie one winter evening in a carpark. I have never heard screams like Sophie uttered as she lay, pinned to the ground, covered in blood. Eventually, the Staffie was removed off her and I carried Sophie across the road to the local vet hospital. The bill for that was hundreds of dollars. I submitted a Small Claim to be reimbursed by the owner. All I received were crank calls as he had been given my name and phone number. The calls stopped when I dropped the Claim...

This morning's Staffies bolted out of the chap's car like solid streaks of pure steel. Lexi went to greet them, her innocence on display for all to see. I watched as there was some tail wagging, a bit of noise and some circling by the Staffies around Lexi. She immediately submitted by lying on her back. I actually laughed and commented that she knew she was bottom of the pecking order.

Without warning, the mood changed. I felt like a switch had been flicked. The Staffies were herding Lexi with intent. I knew we needed to leave. Then, there was mayhem. The Staffies had chased Lexi into the carpark. She was cowering by the other car. I tried to lift her out of harm's way whilst I moved Stella into our car. They had her pinned to the ground, just like Sophie. Lexi and I were both terrified.

I was screaming at the dog owner. The Staffies were ignoring him. He tried to say they were playing. I hoisted Lexi back into my arms and headed for the safety of the back seat, the dogs at her legs. As I loaded Lexi into the car, one of the Staffies half entered my car, That was too much for Stella. She was out the window defending us. I could tell there was no fighting, but just her presence seemed to quell the attackers. On my third attempt, Lexi was safely in the car, Stella was also in and I was between them and the Staffies.

I just needed to leave. The bloke kept babbling that they'd never done that before; was I alright; he'd only just received one of the dogs. He then finished by saying they would get a "hiding" when he returned home. Brilliant.

This guy represented the hapless and ignorant dog owner. He was big and solid, so he had big and solid animals. He had no control over them and had no idea how to engage with these animals. He assumed a "hiding" was just what they needed and would soothe his inadequacies in what had been a very dangerous situation. Dogs need set boundaries with socialisation as puppies. Firm commands, reinforcement for positive behaviour and plenty of love are key. Aggression towards his dogs will be utterly pointless and will just beget more aggression in them. Having any sort of animal requires responsibility and patience and work. Pet ownership is a privilege, not a right.

I returned home with a very traumatised Lexi and a somewhat traumatised Stella. Michael tended to a claw drag on my ankle. I checked Lexi from head to foot and gently brushed all the burrs and dirt and slobber from her coat. We closed the house and started the airconditioning on what was becoming a scorcher of a day.

Peace and quiet was exactly what we all needed. Exhaustion hit me late morning and I gratefully sank back onto our bed. The girls were on the couches sleeping after enjoying a morning snack and Chop was with me, executing his favourite dying swan impersonations. Michael set off for his studio to continue working on "Unhinged".

Thanks to the airconditioning and the shuttered blinds, the house was cool and shaded when I woke after one o'clock, Outside was a different matter. The sky was black and the air was stifling. Then the power went out. The rain finally arrived after three o'clock.

In the great scheme of things, the downpour was rather disappointing and the accompanying storm was not that fearsome. What was most appreciated was the temperature dropping from 38 degrees C (100.4 degrees F) to 26 degrees C (78.8 degrees C) in a matter of minutes. We have been able to throw open the house for the first time in days. The dogs are rested, the cat is content, the birds have come out in the cool and all is well in our world again.

No power for this evening? Who cares! 

Oh and four billion bucks a year on our pets. It's an absolute bargain!

 
And the heat goes on...

 


 
 

 
 Stella...

 
 Chop in his favourite stance...

 
 Lexi - pre shearing in November...

 
Stella...

 
 At our oval...

 
 Our "intellectual giant" and "shit for brains"!

Lexi watching "Muster Dogs" on the telly last night...



 Mister Chop in another of his positions.



Saturday, 6 January 2024

A Whole New Year Of Surprises (And It's Only The 5th...)

We have just finished enjoying a delicious dinner with Deb, who clipped Lexi back in early November.  Born in Western Australia, Deb has been a nomad for most of her life and will be returning to her adopted state of Queensland in autumn.  We will have Lexi shorn again by Deb at the end of January to tide us through until next spring. She was a most lively and agreeable dinner guest and only departed to return to her dogs in her temporary digs.

We are already looking forward to our winter trip to the North West, but in the meantime, there have been some unexpected occurrences that have demanded my attention. 

New Year's Day was wonderfully relaxed. We almost stayed up until midnight, so we slept in until 11.30 in the morning. Such decadence, but also a reminder that we were both running on empty when we closed the Gallery on Christmas Eve.

2 January was our 11th wedding anniversary. Our memories remain vivid of one of the happiest days of our lives. We asked Marion and Michael (our Number 1 Fans) to join us for a lamb roast dinner. They arrived, arms loaded with gifts. Wine, flowers, cakes and stainless steel cutlery. Apparently, the 11th wedding anniversary's symbol is steel, so Marion cheerfully obliged with the help of a local supermarket.

3 January was a big day. I had an appointment with the cardiologist to hear the results of my angiogram. Michael was to report in at the end of his CPAP trial; we were fully prepared for the purchase of his forever CPAP device.

I already knew from other tests that I had an Aberrant Right Subclavian Artery ( a congenital heart defect where the artery arises from a different location), mild Tricuspid and Mitral valve regurgitation (two leaky heart valves) and some overlying lung disease, which has not been pinpointed. Imagine my shock when the cardiologist announced I had no evidence of Coronary Heart Disease but I did have yet another congenital heart defect called Atrial Septal Defect. She also concurred that my two granddaughters should be checked by a paediatric cardiologist due to two of my children being born with congenital heart defects as well as myself. Happy new year...

What gave me the irrits was her denial that my heart defects were causing me any health implications. I accepted from her on face value that I had lived this long so I shouldn't suffer from any effects. Except I am breathless and I can't exercise. Normal housework exhausts me. Forget about walking to the park. My legs burn with any exertion. She reckons my symptoms are lung related. So, I have a referral to Scott Claxton (Michael and Alex's respiratory specialist) for the middle of February. Until then, I am flying blind. I have no plan, no treatment, no definitive diagnosis. Give me strength...

Then, there are the ongoing sagas with both ANZ and the NDIA. My latest ANZ contact, an EDR (External Dispute Resolution) team member had indicated she would contact me with a Letter of Resolution before the end of 2023. Surprise, surprise, surprise... this document has not appeared. Due to my complaint lodged with the Australian Financial Complaints Authority, she has promised me a written offer of compensation before 13 January. Yeah, right.

As for the NDIA, I am so shattered that I have not even thought about the ATT's consideration of our case for reimbursement of Alex's CPAP machine since before Christmas. I hope for a positive outcome but I haven't set my hopes too high. In my current state, all I really seek is a conclusion. I can't cope with any more catastrophes.

In spite of all these challenges, I still have so many joys in my life. My beloved Michael remains my soul mate, lover and best friend. Alex and Callum are the most wonderful of sons. Bronwyn is a beautiful, intelligent and intuitive Super-mummy and Cal's adored wife. Imogen and Violet are our precious granddaughters. Goofy Lexi, sensitive Stella, Chop the feisty feline and the mad parrot Red add laughter to our lives every single day. We have the East End Gallery, Station House and Will our less-than-perfect A Liner camper trailer.

Sadness, anger, frustration and regret do not define me. I embrace the past, present and future.

 

 
Deb's in the doghouse!
 
 
Marion and Michael are our Number 1 fans!

 
Loving our CPAP devices...

 
Aberrant right subclavian artery...

 
Atrial Septal Defect,,,

 
Mitral regurgitation...

 
Tricuspid regurgitation...

 
Still...

 
Still...

 
This has been me...

 
But how lucky am I - Michael...

 
Bron and Cal... 
 

 Our gorgeous grandies...
 

 Alex...
 
 
Lexi...

 
Stella...

 
Chop...

 
Red...
 

 

 
 


Tuesday, 2 January 2024

Happy New Year From Lexi The Laundress And Other Tails...

 So, this is 2024. At last, we can begin again with a clean slate. A year with no mistakes yet. I wanted to start anew, leaving 2023 as far behind as possible. Yesterday, I took down the Christmas tree and packed all the festive paraphernalia away. I washed all the sheets and towels and a monumental pile of our dirty clothes. I was determined to have an empty laundry basket to greet the new year. And the ironing, which had been almost under control, grew exponentially with all my maniacal washing

Lexi, our goofy, highly intelligent, impulsive and rapidly growing puppy can now stand on her back legs and clear the kitchen counters. She also is partial to tissue boxes left unattended, notebooks, important correspondence, newspapers, the TV magazine and kitchen wipes. A keen gardener, she adores bringing the outdoors in and has a particular fondness for chomping on pine-bark mulch. Yesterday, she added plastic coat-hangers to her repertoire of desirable snacks. I could only assume that Lexi had decided to assist me with the laundry in her own inimitable style.

As Lexi retired to the dog bed to munch triumphantly, Stella just looked as if she were saying"It wasn't me!" That was until Michael turned his back on his lunch today. Firstly, Lexi pinched one slice of bread, then a second. As Michael endeavoured to rescue his stolen bread, Stella helped herself to a slice of ham, which was gone in an instant. After I stopped laughing, I suggested Michael finished making his sandwich and actually eat, before any more ingredients could be inhaled by our Partners in Crime. Michael's rueful comment was "Well, that's another story for your blog!"

Yet, life would be very boring for all of us without Lexi. Instead of walking them on leads to the oval, we load them into the car and drive the short distance. Upon arrival, Lexi and Stella explode out of the car in pure unadulterated joy. They blast around the oval like a pair of Whirling Dervishes. They hurtle in chase of the Holy Tennis Ball, launched with the Holy Ball Thrower. They charge across the grass in noisy play, grabbing each other by the collar or giving an excellent imitation of a Hip and Shoulder aka an AFL manoeuvre.

Then, their doggy pals sometimes join us. Lorna and Kelpie Ada are often at the oval. Ada watches the ball with every gram of her wiry body, racing after it and often catching it mid flight. Violet is a sweet natured middle sized dog, Ruby is as solid a Staffy as I've ever seen with a beautiful temperament and obviously thinks of herself as a sheep dog, rounding up her "flock" and Robbie is a Terrier with tremendous speed and incredible turning skills. Adoring of his harem, Robbie has been known to trail behind some of his ladies leaving the oval, causing Mum Janet no end of anxiety.

We returned from the oval this evening, the dogs happily exhausted from play. Since then, Lexi and Stella have enjoyed their dinner and are now snoozing - one in the crate, the other stretched across the floor.

We will wait with anticipation to view any possible antics tomorrow morning. Goodnight from Stella and Lexi.

 
Lexi - six weeks old...

 
About eight weeks old...

 
First morning at Station House - 22.8.2023...

 
With Michael...

 
When Stella was bigger than Lexi!

 

 

 
Nap time!

 
Lexi and Stella - end of October 2023...

 

 
Lexi just clipped November 2023...

 
Look who's bigger now!

 
I didn't do it!


 Lexi demonstrating her laundry skills, tissue remnants and the cover of a 2022 diary!