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artreider · 3 years

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Let's try to get this final live blog on my station 19 rewatch done. I'm currently laid up on my couch in mild pain but unable to do anything else.

I don't really like flashback episodes but i want one for the premiere since we are jumping so far ahead. I hate that this episode starts with a fight. But damn knowing what the fight is over, i love how loyal andy is to maya in this episode. Something ive wanted for her and the team. Qnd also jaina looks gorgeous.

The fire scene yay another fire on the fire show lmao. Feel like we missed some last year which im sure was covid related.

The marina scene ugh chefs kiss. I love how happy and giddy they are. I do wish we couldve gotten to see some of their month apart communication and their quarantining apart those two weeks when carina got back. I wrote a little something related to that and i may share before the premiere of season 5.

The quiet moment between carina saying her morning was better than those 6 weeks and then asking about mayas folks was a beautiful and real moment and i love it. So brief it could be overlooked but great choice for team.

The little bit of danielle and stefania that was them and adlibbed in this episode was so great also.

I love that rhey addressed how everyone was able to attend maskless and how safe the wedding was keeping the real world element in. Also vic love you and your chicken dance comment makes me sad that we didnt get it.

Vics parents trying to talk to her about theo is so cute.

Poor lawyer she'd be good for dean.

I understand some people dont come out until late in life but that is hard to hear that you havent loved the person youve been with for decades like you do this new person. That would hurt me so much to hear, like i couldve been with someone who is my great love if youd told me sooner. I love/hate this storyline for travis family.

Ugh if this fire had gone on any longer those poor kids and elderly couple.

Haha andy you should wait until someone answers the door for you when visiting almost newlyweds or people who've been seperated for 6 weeks lmao.

Also maya's excuse and none wet (shower) sex hair i love it.

Ugh sullivan trying to defend himself makes me so upset.

Bailey giving ben hell about second and third opinions is funny, like i figure shed be all for it.

Inara and marcus leaving jack is sad. I hope we still get to see marsha in season 5. Also if they do pair jack and jo itd be a bit ironic. I mean jo too had an abusive ex like inara.

Also jack and his marsha have similar eyes, itd be something if it came out she really was his mom.

I dont understand how maya hadnt settled on what to wear she's queen of the clipboard lmao. Just goes to show how some things throw us off course. Also i totally get her saying her outfit choice will define her forever. I judge my look in my wedding photos all the time and feel like other people do as well.

Why do i feel like this exchange between maya and carina was mostly adlibbed? It just feels so fun.

This poor family and ugh i couldnt imagine having to make the tough calls of firefighters/fire captains.

Love that all the fire crew helped put the wedding on.

I understand travis emotion here.

How'd this conversation about maya's folks get started with andy???

I love that maya and andy's friendship is restored. Also famous last words maya, dont speak the bad juju into existence.

Dean you shouldve spoken up there.

Why the chief there? I live in a city and the chief aint showing up for a house call that needs a few units. At least not until fire is out of they for some reason cant get it out.

Lmao maya freaking out about wearing the same thing as carina. Andy therapizing maya is funny.

That poor boy.

The dad comments to ben are beautiful. Also love that so many of the team know how dean feels about vic.

So why is travis getting dressed separately than the rest of his team. I mean i know its because he doesnt know about Dean's feelings and pushes vic to give theo a chance as well as allow theo and travis to talk but come on. He wouldnt get ready separately.

Also what was the point of theo going to that room if not to get ready. Sorry just annoying.

I wish carina had had someone mention andrew to her. Whether ben, bailey, maya or even any of the fire team who worked on the call with him during the crossover awhile back. Her grief during this day of happiness should've been acknowledged, even with just a remembrance table for him amd other family she lost to covid.

I do love this beautiful moment with vic though saying this isnt all just for maya.

Oh my how i love the maya confronting her father. She is the brave i want to be. Also what she says to her mom, yes chefs kiss. However when her mom shows up at the wedding, really the woman couldnt grab a nice shirt or dress to wear on her way out or on her way to the wedding.

I also love the look of pride on maya's moms face both at the house and the wedding.

Im sad we probably wont get any moments of her living with marina due to the time jump.

Ugh the choice that cost maya her promotion but ahouldnt have.

Also with all maya's options for clothes, couldnt they had dressed her mama in something borrowed from maya. Lol im sorry it bothers me so.

Vic's song for the intro is beautiful. Barrett has a beautiful voice.

Maya is so happy her mom is there and i love it. Also in my head at least one person videoing is doing it for the greys family who couldnt make it to the wedding for carina.

I also love maya singing along with vic to carina.

Queen of the clipboard forgetting to write her vows is special and funny. I love carina talking her down from a panic attack. Also her simple vow is beautiful and how carina who probably did write her vows saying we're good instead of reading them after seeing maya's mom in attendance and the look shared is everything.

I truly believe that was the moment she 100% knew maya had changed from end of season 3, was definitely all the way in. She knew what it meant for maya's mom to be there.

Love the dance montage and improved marina kiss.

Another healing theo and travis talk.

Sullivan just cant let it go and ugh trying to justify it. I just cant, still not over it. Even if he isnt captain in season 5 it still isnt right.

Sullivan you cant say you have the teams back then saying you can control them and throwing maya under the bus. Those are contradictory.

This jack and andy conversation is interesting.

This marina conversation is funny but sad when you know the end of the episode.

Its so funny that so few people know about Miller's feelings at this point.

It'll be interesting to see the travis, vic and theo in season 5.

Ben and bailey are so cute.

Wish we couldve had conversations at the wedding with maya and her mom or carina and maya's mom or the 3 of them.

Inara is so wise. I hate this for all 4 of them.

Gotta love the ole grab em and pull em back to kiss them and let them know how you really feel tremmett moment.

Too late dean, they tried to tell you.

I love marina dancing in the background ugh sullivan and the surrera rehashing.

Time for the horrible news ugh.

Everyone just looking at marina and knowing is horrible.

Great season, great episode and im looking forward to whats next.

Thank you to everyone thats been following my rewatch blogging, and for all the kind comments. I appreciate it so much, made the summer so fun.

#station 19 #marina #maya bishop #carina deluca #maya and carina #maya x carina #andy herrera #robert sullivan #dean miller #ben warren #jack gibson #inara #victoria hughes #travis montgomery #maya and carina station 19 #carina x maya #miranda bailey #theo ruiz #emmett dixon

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crashy31 · 5 years

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Going Hope Chapter 26

Jax sat with Tasha as they waited for Happy to come out of his coma and the lockdown to end. He had just heard from Bobby and didn’t know how to tell Tasha about Daniel. Everything about this whole situation didn’t make sense. If he was working both sides, then why help her get away? Why tip them off to the hit? And what about Hale? Where was he in all of this now? So many questions, but zero answers.

Tasha noticed her brother was stuck in his head and needed to know what he was thinking. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Just trying to wrap my head around all of this shit.” he tried to explain. “There are so many questions and no answers.”

She nodded in agreement and exhaled slowly. “I know what you mean. The more I sit and think about the way shit went down, the less it all makes sense.” She looked over at Happy and bit back some tears. “Jax, Lowen said some shit that I just don’t get and for once, I wish mom was here.”

He furrowed his brow and looked at his sister. “What’d he say?” he asked as he searched her face.

She nodded towards the door and moved towards the door. Jax followed her and once out of earshot of the others she began to explain the events from earlier that day. “When Lowen had me held up in the van, he kept talking about dad and the club. The Teller legacy. Is how he put it. He also said he was moving into Charming and with the club out of the way it would work. He was louring you all to the clubhouse to kill us all.”

“I know, Daniel told Bobby. Why is he so obsessed with the Tellers?” he asked trying to wrap his head around everything.

“I don’t know but I have a feeling that the only ones that could have shed some light on anything are already dead.” she sighed. “Maybe Tig or Chibs will know something?” Jax nodded and ducked his head inside getting their attention and motioning for them to come out into the hallway.

“What’s going on?” Tig asked as he and Chibs made their way into the hall. He looked between the two siblings and noticed things were tense.

“Lowen said something to Tash that has us rethinking everything.” he explained. “How much do you remember from when dad was around?”

Tig looked between the two and shook his head. “Enough, why? What’s going on Jax?”

Tasha explained to them what Lowen had told her and said about their father. He had made her feel as if John had wronged him in some way.

“Shite.” Chibs sighed as he looked over at Tig. “John had been going over to Belfast to start up the charter and locking down the deal with the IRA. He had out bid a lot of others for the contract.” he went on to explain the history that the Teller siblings were in the dark about.

“Shit.” she sighed. “The one time we need mom, and she’s not here.” Jax chuckled and agreed. “Can you get through to Juice?”

Jax furrowed his brow with curiosity. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

She shook her head as she accepted Jax’s burner and called Juice, walking away from the Sons to talk to him privately. She needed as much history on Lowen before going to Jax with what she was thinking.

Bobby and Juice had just pulled up to the Mayan clubhouse when Juice’s burner buzzed. He looked over to Bobby as he talked with Alvarez. They had built a strong relationship with the Mayans over the years and Bobby was hoping that they could provide some sanctuary while squashing this beef with Lowen.

“What’s up?” Juice said through the phone, still watching Bobby and Alvarez.

“Oh Juicey! You have no idea how happy I am to hear you talking right now.” she said with a tiny smile. “You up for doing some more hacking?”

Juice smirked, “Always. What do you need?”

“I need you to look into Lowen again. This time, go back as far as you can.” She explained. “I need to know everything you can get.”

“You got it. How’s Hap?” he asked. He had been thinking about his brother since they had landed themselves in the hospital. He felt tremendously guilty for what had happened.

“Juice, don’t go there. I know the way your brain works. This in not your fault.” Tasha went on to explain that they were taking him out of the coma. “I’ll let you know how he is when he wakes up.”

He agreed and ended the call, turning in his seat carefully to look over to Chucky. “You good?”

He nodded and looked over to Bobby and Alvarez. “I think I need to talk to you guys about Daniel.” he said to Juice.

“How are your men doing?” Alvarez asked, as he and Bobby sat down. “I heard about the accident.”

Bobby nodded and looked over to the van. “Juice is good. But Hap, we don’t know what’s going to happen with him.” he explained. “But I need to ask something of you.” returning his focus back onto the Mayan president.

“What do you need, mano?” he asked noting the concern in Bobby’s face.

“We need some sanctuary. Shit’s gone sideways and no one is safe. I have Juice and the guy that helps out at the clubhouse. We need a place to hideout while we figure all this shit out.”

Alvarez nodded and agreed without hesitation. “You’re safe here. We’ll help wherever you need it.” he assured him. “Let’s get you inside, we’ll talk about what’s going on.”

Bobby thanked him and headed back to the van to get Juice and Chucky. He saw that Juice had a worried expression on his face and asked him what was going on. “What’s up, Juicey?”

“Chucky, you need to tell him everything that you just told me.” he said as Bobby helped him out of the van. “I got work to do for Tash. Do they have an internet connection?”

Bobby shrugged, “I have no idea. But you can talk to them when we get inside. You need to rest and I need a goddamn drink.” he sighed.

Tasha sat as the doctor explained Happy’s progress. She was watching as they had taken the breathing tube out and watched the rise and fall of Happy’s chest. He was now breathing on his own and his vitals were staying strong. They were just waiting to see if and when he would wake up. She excused herself from everyone and went to Happy’s side. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear. “You got this baby. You need to wake up for me.” She kissed his lips and sat in the chair beside his bed, taking his hand in hers.

Jax’s heart hurt for his sister. He knew what it felt like to lose someone and he feared that if that happened to her, she would be forever changed. The more Tasha dwelled on her pain, the more she turned into everything she swore she would never be. He refused to lose his sister.

He walked over to her and kissed the top of her head as he looked at Happy, saying a small prayer to whatever god that was listening to heal Happy and make him wake up. He looked over to see Tig, Quinn, and Chibs doing the same. The doctor had said it would take minutes to hours if Happy was to wake. They were hoping on minutes.

Once Bobby and Juice were settled into the Mayan Clubhouse, Bobby had made another call to Jax to let him know what was going on and what they had learned about Daniel. As the phone rang, he could see Juice engulfed in his hacker world. His fingers working over the keys in a speen that Bobby doubted was even humanly possible until he saw it with his own eyes.

“Bobby?” he heard, breaking his trance. “You all whole?”

“We are. We’re with the Mayans. We have sanctuary while we figure this all out. Alvarez has even given us access to his guys if and when we need them. But what I called about is the situation with Daniel. Chucky shed some light on a few things.” he explained.

Jax hummed in agreeance and excused himself from the room. “What’s going on?”

“Chucky over heard some shit that was said before Tasha and Juice were taken. He was holed up in the clubhouse for hours before they had dragged them in. He has been working Tasha for years. Getting close to her. Getting to know intimate details about the club.”

Jax cursed under his breath and slammed his fist into the wall. “That son of a bitch! Looks like Chucky is more of an asset than we thought. Make sure you keep him close until we get to the bottom of this.”

Happy could hear the chatter in the room around him. He could feel the warmth coming from Tasha’s hand as she held in hers, not wanting to let go. He could hear her breath catch as she fought against the tears that were threatening to spill. He knew he had to wake up to make her see he wasn’t going anywhere.

His eyes began to flutter as he started to wake up. Tasha had rested her head on the bed beside him, while Tig, Jax, Chibs and Quinn talked in the corner and Roosevelt had began to speak with the doctor and the nurses about what to expect from Happy when he woke. When his eyes opened he didn’t make a sound, just looked around the room. He noticed people missing and immediately thought about Juice. Where was Juice? Where was Bobby? He squeezed Tasha’s hand as he began to panic, making her head jerk up.

“Oh my God, Hap.” she whispered. She squeezed his hand back as she looked into his dark eyes. For the first time since they met, she could see fear. She tried to sooth him as she slid into the bed, carefully beside him. “We’re all whole.” she assured him, knowing that the lack of people in the room had made him panic.

Jax had noticed his sister’s movement and saw that Happy was now awake. He moved towards the bed as Happy locked eyes with him. “Hey, you feeling alright?”

Happy nodded. “Juice.” he whispered as he looked from Jax to the others.

“He’s good. He’s with Bobby and Chucky at the Mayan clubhouse. We have a lot to catch you up on.” he assured him. Happy began to calm down as the doctor made his way over to check him.

They were ushered out f the room by Sam, leaving them in the hallway. Now that Happy was awake he could now let Tasha know about what he had found out from Bobby. “I need to talk to you,” Jax said as he took her arm and lead her away from the group. Tig stopping Roosevelt, who tried to follow.

“This has nothing to do with you Sheriff.” he warned him. “You’ve done enough damage.”

Roosevelt stopped and looked at the group. “I don’t know how to make this all right. I screwed up.” he admitted.

Daniel sat in the old house, waiting for one of Lowen’s men to come collect him. He had given Steffan the information he had gathered and felt his stomach flip. This wasn’t in the plans. It wasn’t supposed to go this far. He was in too deep and didn’t know how to get out. The only way he could see this ending was one of two ways. Either Lowen and his men all dead, or the Sons. He shook his head as he heard the car pull up to the house. Taking a look out of the window he noticed the familiar man pulling up.

He grabbed his gun and his phone and headed out the door. Just one man, easy take down, he thought to himself as he looked around his surroundings. He raised his gun as he moved towards the car and without hesitation pulled the trigger. He watched as the man slumped down in his seat and let out the breath he had been holding. As he opened the door, he could see that the man had the same idea as he did.

He took the man’s gun and put it in the back of his pants before pulling him out of the car and dragging him to towards the tree line that was around the house. He didn’t have time to dispose of the body. He needed to do damage control. He slid into the car and sped off towards St. Thomas, pulling out his phone.

“Agent Teller. What can I do for you?”

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viralhottopics · 7 years

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After the flood: ‘No tourists please. Help welcome’

On a journey through northern New South Wales and southern Queensland, Warren Murray meets locals contending with the aftermath of Cyclone Debbie

Light to moderate traffic is easing along the Pacific motorway connecting the Gold Coast and the Tweed, with no particular sign of storm damage or delays. But in Chinderah, just inside New South Wales and just off the highway, John Anderson is in full-tilt disaster recovery mode, contending with the aftermath of the flooding rains that ex-cyclone Debbie sent south.

At the Gateway Lifestyle Tweed Shores over-50s community, in between dealing with a stream of tradies coming in and out the office door Righto mate, do what youve gotta do, well pay for it Anderson describes how last week the water went through probably 140 cabin-style homes in this complex that he manages.

On Thursday the tide met the downstream flooding and we were inundated with a metre, metre and a half of water not a flood, but slowly rising water.

By Friday afternoon evacuation was well under way for those residents happy to go.

Gas bottles ripped off their moorings, leaking gas, electricity in residences filled with salt water, Anderson recalls. By 10 oclock Saturday night the park was basically isolated and only accessible by rubber ducky. He and his wife, Beth, opted to stay and keep an eye on things, sleeping on foam mattresses on the upper level of their manufactured home, with water swilling around on the floor below, until they could get out and about to assess the damage.

Days later, theres still so much to be done before things even faintly resemble normality. A jotting on the desk blotter says Copper gas line missing gone. Andersons mobile rings and flashes up the caller details: Shade Sail Andrew.

Out front of the park is a pile of ruined possessions that stretches for maybe 100 metres down the road. It represents in a lot of cases everything that people own, or did own. The villas are about 85% privately owned, 15% rented. Some people are insured, a lot are not because of the cost, being flood-prone.

Anderson lauds a magnificent response from the community, individuals who are pitching in to help out. The ladies from nearby Cudgen public school have been turning up with hot food, and in the top bit of the Gateway park where the water couldnt reach we had ladies there cooking sausage rolls and bringing them round. Just the most magnificent response.

Cleaning up after the flooding in Tumbulgum on the Tweed river, northern New South Wales. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Double whammy

A short drive away in Tumbulgum its clear from the comprehensive inventory of household goods in jumbled heaps at the end of every driveway that some people lost more or less everything. A woman throws her hands up in resignation as a man adds more ruined belongings to one such growing pile. Everywhere is silt and sludge. At the entry to Riverside Drive a chalked sign says Please stop to help residents. Nearby a woman, looking newly arrived on the scene, unloads from her car a little yellow water blaster. It seems hopelessly dinky for the mammoth job at hand, but every bit helps and you know she will not go unthanked.

Compounding the heartbreak for Tumbulgum is the death on its doorstep of Stephanie King, 43, her son Jacob, 7, and daugher Ella Jane, 11, after their car plunged off Dulguigan Road and into the swollen Tweed on Monday afternoon. Daughter Chloe May, 8, managed to escape from the sinking car. I arrive on the other side of the river at 11.45am on Tuesday and line up with the rest of the media in a sludgy riverside park. We are being kept at bay as police divers continue their work after having to stop overnight. Even at this distance the water can be seen roiling with bubbles from their difficult work in the murk.

Pixie Bennett clutches a Jack Daniels in a can as she stands near me watching the recovery effort. Like everyone else she was stranded by the waters and stripped of everything that she couldnt get upstairs.

Sorry were drinking in the middle of the day but were still in shock its a double whammy for the little town of Tumbulgum, she says, nodding towards the emergency services at work on the opposite bank. She moved her car on to a high bridge before the water came but lost boxes of possessions when the water rose two steps from the top of our 13 steps. A plastic box floated past and she grabbed it, to find a Barbie dolls clothes packed inside. Our neighbour rowed over in a canoe and rowed us back next door so we could have dinner with them.

Further back from the river in Bawden Street, earthmoving contractor Ben May is opening the jaws of his Bobcat loader, plunging it into those roadside piles, clamping down on whatever he can pick up a fridge, a hot water system and then mechanically hoiking it into his tip-truck. Hes guided by concreter Geoff Percy, a 16-year Tumbulgum resident.

John Anderson, manager of the Gateway residential complex, with ruined belongings piled along the roadside waiting for collection. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Good over-the-road mates, they have both been badly hit I lost my ute, lots of white goods, it was about seven feet deep through here on Friday but have turned away from their own troubles to help others. Nah, well be right, says Percy. The tip-truck went under but once the water receded Ben just changed all the oils and got it going. Well do this load and then head further up the street.

The words and phrases that come out at these times like resilience and community spirit can sound like cliches until you walk into the sort of situation that gives rise to them.

Two ancient pinball machines sit outside a neighbours place waiting for disposal. In their heyday, Duotron and Firepower cost you 20 cents a go. The owner bustles back and forth clearing up, not wanting to be photographed. Hes had enough, says Percy. Here for 18 years. Hes leaving. Had enough of the floods.

Three quarters of an hour after I arrived, the grim task down by the riverside is more or less done. The bodies have been removed and a crane waits to fish out the still-sunken family car. For a while this site has been the focus of the east coast flood story. Now the cameras will swing north to Rockhampton, where the Fitzroy river is approaching its flood peak.

Everyone in Tumbulgum has been at it for days cleaning up. But it looks like they have only just started. It smells like a muddy cattleyard from my country boyhood. Leaving town theres a hedgerow of household debris tangled in trees along the riverbank.

On the road towards Murwillumbah, through Condong, the same scene repeats itself over and over. Flood-ravaged sugarcane paddocks, pile after roadside pile of everything from barbecues to microwaves to baby strollers to chests of drawers and other buggered stuff. It is like an endless waterlogged forlorn jumble sale. Where will the council ever bury it all?

The makeshift sign in bedraggled Condong is a bit more firm than the one in Tumbulgum. No tourists please. Help welcome. Understandable in the circumstances.

Geoff Percy at work cleaning up in Tumbulgum, with his mate Ben May working the loader. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Above the floodline

A floodline can be a thin topographical boundary between chaos and business as usual. This is brought home when I pull into Murwillumbah. Nearest the river there are familiar scenes of mopping up. Competition for parking spaces pushes me further up the main street than I would have otherwise gone, until I find a spot in front of the old-fashioned Austral Cafe (Established 1919).

Inside, not so far above that fateful floodline, I get to enjoy a midday breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast varnished with butter, all in perfectly dry surroundings. The walls are fittingly decorated with historical pictures of the districts past floods and fires, putting the current events in context.

Theres friendly chatter and laughter amid the tinkle of cutlery on crockery in the Austral. But snatches of the days inevitable conversations reach me as well. They found some of his gear on South Stradbroke Island It went floating past the boat ramp He slept through it, which is probably for the best Thats the hardest part. I mean were lucky, but

I think about the people in Tumbulgum making the most of their sausages on bread and whatever else neighbours have chucked together, volunteers have brought, or providence has left unspoiled. I hope they can dine somewhere like this when its all over.

The scenic route back from Murwillumbah to the Gold Coast is over the Queensland road that crosses the mountains via Tomewin to the Currumbin Valley. The road is damaged and open to local traffic only, but when a Falcon station wagon hoons impatiently past me and around the road closed sign, I decide to chance it. I have taken the route plenty of times on my motorbike, I know it well, Im in an all-wheel drive, it cant be too bad. And a trek back to the motorway through that landscape of muddied piles of ex-goods and former chattels doesnt appeal.

Its a mistake. The weather that caused all the devastation down below has left fallen trees, debris and landslips littering the road up here. Council crews are doing what they can to clear the way through, but like everywhere in these parts they are mere days into what looks like weeks or months of work.

At one blockage I wait behind a campervan for a bit, but then people start getting out of their cars, so I pull a U-turn. On the way down theres a Toyota 4WD lying on its roof at the bottom of an embankment. The Stop/Go man with one of the road gangs says things are better on the Numbinbah Valley Road, another of my favourite motorbike routes back to the Gold Coast. There are bad patches, he reckons, but you can get through.

And the road is indeed passable, but only just. It is still partly blocked or extremely damaged in sections. I find myself having to steer around tonnes of earth that a saturated hillside has disgorged into my path, or skirt patches where chunks of bitumen have been torn out by whooshing waters, or dodge areas where the road verges have collapsed away, leaving gashes that could swallow the car. On this familiar route it would be easy to lapse into an accustomed pace and come to grief. I remind myself to take it easy.

Theres a rural version of the recovery effort that is happening back in the Tweed Valley. Unsalvageable belongings being put out for collection, busted fences being put right. In one spot a little Suzuki ute is being used to pay out a coil of barbed wire along a boundary. Flooding has wrecked the road in areas where you wouldnt even have noticed a waterway before. Trees lie flattened in creek beds.

Not far short of Numinbah village theres been a huge cascade of boulders that looks like it should have swept the whole road away. Its down to one lane, marked by temporary guide posts. From the ridge above, the little waterfall that no doubt swelled to a roar and caused all this damage has shrunk back down to an innocuous trickle over the rocks.

Two pinball machines that finally met their match when the swollen Tweed river flooded into Tumbulgum. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Things arent fantastic further west in the Scenic Rim country either. Beaudeserts state MP, Jon Krause, has been on ABC 612 radio reminding us that rural communities are likewise dealing with the effects of this natural disaster. Crops have been lost and ruined paddocks will take a lot of work to rehabilitate before they can be planted again.

Pretty soon Im back in suburban Nerang and not far from home. Theres the odd tree lying on the ground here and there, whipped down in the high winds of the previous days, roots having given up their grip on the soaked ground. Wed already had more than a week of downpours when the remnants of Debbie arrived and upped the tempo.

In the park across the road from my house a council crew is mucking out the kids sandpit. But thats about as devastated as it gets round here. The park is part of the local stormwater drainage system, and when the rain arrives the boogie boards come out.

Last year we put on a new roof on our late 70s, early 80s brick-veneer bungalow, and consequently had to follow the 21st-century regulations. That meant threading steel cyclone rods down through the walls, tying the roof to the concrete slab foundation.

Many of the houses around us in this brick-and-tile suburb are of a similar era, but still have their original roofs. Which means they dont have those rods. This time around the winds were less than cyclonic. If more of north Queenslands most extreme weather comes south in future years as feared, we may see those structures tested. To the north, the south and the west of us, there are thousands of people dealing with such consequences in the here and now.