A few weeks back, I received a text from Endeavour Energy, the electricity wholesaler, advising me that we were going to lose power on a Monday from 8pm until 5am the following morning. A few days before, I received a reminder. I had popped it in the diary. I told my husband. Twice.
Our stove doesn’t always work properly – the night before, Father’s Day, it had taken about four hours to cook a roast, because the oven temp kept dropping. So on this Monday I was running around making sure that the washing machine and dryer had finished, making sure the dinner was actually cooking, charging phones, and making sure there were candles in place.
We sat down to watch telly, thinking we’d get half the program in. We got to the end. We made it to bedtime. When I got up in the middle of the night, the lights were still working. Cool.
Next morning I noted that the clocks didn’t need to be reset and told my husband that I thought it hadn’t gone off at all. Weird.
That Friday, I picked up Mr 19 from the railway. “Mum, the strangest thing happened on Monday night …” he told me.
I started laughing. “Did your power go off?”
Yep. I’m on the electricity account for my kids’ flat. It hasn’t occurred to me that it could be *their* property to which the text was referring.
So with no warning, there were my kids – and a mate, there for a sleepover. No power, no prep, no charged phones, hadn’t showered, and with dinner only just in the oven. Luckily my daughter is 21 and in that decorating with candles phase, so they had those. A tale of two homes.
Speaking of homes, I’m one room closer to my painting job being done. Jamie’s room is complete. That only leaves the Master bedroom, which we’ve decided can wait until the school holidays in a couple of weeks.
(Still can’t show you pictures of Robert’s room because despite my nagging over the last two weekends, there are still piles of crap in there, yet to be put away).
In my “spare” time this week, I’m keeping an eye on the Senate Enquiry into the Higher Education reforms. So far it seems like most witnesses are supporting it, which I’m not thrilled about. As much as I’d like to see the additional funding for regional, rural and remote students, it seems to me to be ill thought out. One of the main points of the HECS-HELP scheme is that it removes a price differential as a determining factor in course choice. Increasing the costs of humanities courses that often attract first in family and regional students is not going to make them think about taking up Health or STEM. The increased debt load might make them opt not to come at all, though. And that’s not good for anyone.
There’s been other stuff going on on the home front; broken chicken coop wheels, gardening, juicing lemons … and some other things that are pretty sad, so I’m not ready to write about them yet. But for now, we keep on keeping on.