I know I could blog about the flooding that has ravaged my City of Brisbane.
I know I could blog about how, during these floods, my family and I were stranded by flood waters for 2.5 weeks in a small town in NSW. Which is askew considering we were on our way NORTH, when floods diverted us.
I could blog about having no power, the escalating price of food here, or how I feel guilty when so many of the people I love have lost so much yet keep amazing faith and spirit.
I know I could blog about the weather, or summer, or post a recipe for the foodies.
I could post about wonderful places I visited shortly before the Brisbane floods simply took them away.
But I just can’t.
My husband and I have a business. It’s small, it employs 4 -5 men at the best. For the last 3 years we have worked installing power, light and air conditioning for 7 of the buildings running along Eagle Street. The job was due to be completed in February 2011. These are some of those buildings.
For the out of towners – those floating things are pontoons – jetties which were once an integral part of our river ferry and transport system. They were once anchored along the shoreline with around 30 or 40 others, dotting the river for kilometers long the bendy banks.
Like our business, they too, are no more.
And that’s all I have to say about that.