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Summer is here...

It's definitely summer. I can tell that because we've had our first suburb wide blackout for the season.

Kangaroo Point is on the same power grid as East Brisbane and Fortitude Valley. In these three suburbs alone there are a vast quantity of relatively new apartments, ie built within the last ten years.

The problem with this is the power grid can't always cope, and in summer when everyone has the air-conditioning on, we occasionally loose power.

That happened today. I woke up at about 11 or so to absolutely no power at all. First stop is to check the fuses, and they were all fine, which meant it wasn't anything to do with this house.

A quick phone call the Energex info line showed the extent of the problem. They listed about two dozen affected suburbs, from Cannon Hill and Balmoral in the south, through the Valley and Spring Hill, all the way up to Wooloowin and Enogerra in the North.

The power came back on about midday, but I consider this to be the first on a series of blackouts we're going to get over the whole summer.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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