I did have heaps - I had a great post in my mind on Saturday about the beautiful day we had and the beach and the poetry reading on Saturday night - but now...
We are all in shock.
Right now it feels like July 31, 1997 or September 12, 2001 or December 27, 2004 - just gutted and surreal.
We saw a small amount of footage on the TV of the fires on Saturday night - but you expect bushfires in Victoria in Summer.
We heard the unfolding of it over the last few days, and it is devastating.
There were arsonists - but even if every arsonist was locked up forever there would still be bushfires.
It reminds me of Douglas Adams and Mark Carwardine's book "Last Chance To See" where they saw a snake expert before going to Indonesia asking about how to survive if a snake were to bite them.
The advice was "don't get bitten".
Sometimes nature is cruel. Nature gives storms with lightning and no rain. Nature gave man fire - in the words of my father "a good servant, but a harsh master".
I am gutted, but I am here, beside the beach, 2000km away when many people's lives were devastated by fire.
Just as I am here, beside the beach, 1500km away when people's lives are being devastated by floodwater.
As many from the flooded North are saying "at least we are alive" and are gutted by the bushfires.
The Red Cross needs blood - that is all I can do, really.
I would love to give money, but due to the lovely "economic downturn" my contribution to half the household running has been stretched to cover whole. V has been able to get 2.5 days work this year. He is out right now driving by every building site to see if any work is happening, if there is any work to be had.
Up here, it is paradise but we now have huge unemployment. There is at least two stories of companies going bust for every job advertisement.
There are almost enough empty units and houses in this quiet seaside paradise to house 1/3 of the homeless from the fires. Maybe I should suggest it to the local Chamber of Commerce?
Sure - there would be no jobs for the refugees - but there are roadside stalls and markets with veges and fruit.
It puts it all into perspective - I have a home and will not starve. I have my loved ones. I have a storm threatening and it is muggy - and I thank whatever lord is watching over me and beseech him or her to give my blessings to those who need it more.
I apologise for the crap post. I really don't know what to say, and that is so unusual for me.