The earthquakes pervade every part of our lives. I wonder when I will go for a day without thinking about or mentioning the earthquake. It is hard to imagine at present, when so little is unaffected.
The big after-shocks on the 13th June have set people back. It is as if we have lost a lot of resilience. I had a week or so of feeling down. I just felt sad and didn’t really want to do anything. It all seems so hard. Everything is hard, and for some people it is extremely hard. I decided to accept that these quakes aren’t going anywhere soon. There will be more.
Jessica and I took a fruit loaf and visited our Relief Society President, Jacquie Taleni and shovelled silt for the afternoon. There were friends and neighbours there, and the missionaries, and a student from the other side of town, who just turned up to help. Getting there was hazardous – there was so much mud and silt and stones, and water, that I wondered if I would even make it without a 4WD. The silt was wetter this time around, so started slumping down into the gutters. We are instructed to leave it on the side of the road, not on the footpath or the berm. We had to make a drain for the water too, which was pretty fun really.
What is intriguing is how quickly everything did get back to normal after a quake that was as big as the one in February. Power was back on to most people within a couple of days, and even the university was back in action within a week. People shovelled, and helped each other and got on with their lives. The expression “Keep calm and carry on”, which I believe had its origins in the war, has resonance now.
Having said that, it is difficult, but important to keep up routines. My running has been sporadic, but making progress all the same. It took me about a week to settle back again after the June quakes. I also felt on edge for about a week, bracing for another aftershock. They were Jessica’s first big quakes, so she found it all rather frightening. We had to boil the water for about a week too. It is nice when you can clean your teeth from the tap. But you don’t want to complain, as there are still many people without running water at all and having to use chemical toilets.
The weather was rather grey for several days, which has a dampening effect on already damp spirits. On the night of the 21st June we had a series of aftershocks that kept many of us awake. There was a 5.3 in the evening (and I dropped my knitting as I leaped for the door frame) followed by ten during the night over 3 in magnitude. We find some small comfort in hearing that our geological event is unique in how it is continuing.
At work we were given a 90 minute visit in our offices to pack up 4 boxes of stuff to go to our new temporary offices. Our building is mostly okay, but the stairwell isn’t satisfactory, so they can’t have too many in at once in case of an aftershock. The new offices are somewhat reminiscent of a military camp, and we will have 15 staff to a room, whereas we are used to having private offices.
People cry easily these days. I watched a compelling piece of television on Campbell Live. They set up a tent with a camera and got people to tell their problems to the camera. With some good editing it was extremely moving. Seeing big burly tradesmen breaking down with emotion touches the hardest hearts.
Thursday 23rd June was a landmark day, when many people found out the fate of their home and land. About 5,000 homes so far have been listed for abandonment. The land needs more work than can be done in a reasonable time-frame to make it safe to build on, if it is possible at all. The city has Red, Green, Orange and White Zones. Those in the Red Zone will be bought out by the government, and have nine months in which to sort themselves out and move. Those in the Green Zone can be repaired. Those in the Orange Zone are unclassified at present, as are those in the White zone. The Red Zone is mostly along the Avon river. We are, not surprisingly, in a Green Zone, while my brother’s house is Red. My mother’s house is orange. Over ten families in our Ward (Church congregations) are in the Red zone and will need to move on.
I went shopping with Jonathan for a present for Mark. We went to the Westfield mall in Riccarton, as our regular mall, “The Palms” is still being repaired, and town shopping does not even exist. The traffic was clogged in a way seldom seen before. As we drove past Rugby Park, we saw crowds of people making their way to the temporary stands for a rugby game, as our big stadium, the AMI stadium, is out of action. The Mall was full of youngsters from all over town, and busy and clogged. The roads were bumpy and dusty. Before you go anywhere you check on-line to see if they are still there.
Coming up Hills Road recently, was a classic scene. In view were piles of silt on the side of the road, traffic cones, portaloos, potholes, earth-moving machinery and mud, all greyed out by a film of dust on surfaces and in the air. There were empty spots where buildings had been brought down, and other buildings fenced off for safety. Sink-holes and lumps appear in roads overnight, so you need extra caution driving, particularly at night. Buildings disappear and you find yourself staring at a gap, wondering what was there before. Traffic gets choked off when roads are narrowed to make room for taking down a building.
If you stay at home, or live on the Northwest of the city, you could possibly think that life was normal. But it isn’t.
Let me end on a more positive note. Here are a few snippets of good news or good results from the earthquake.
Flying Burrito Brothers has moved to Northlands. The days are getting longer again. It is the mildest winter on record (though not good news for the skiing industry). People in Christchurch have a bond of common adversity which brings out charitable behaviour and almost unreasonable loyalty to the city. The law courts held in the marae are encouraging better reverence for the law. Boy racers are not cruising the inner city. Everyone has something to talk to complete strangers about. I have made some really worthwhile improvements to my course.
That’s pretty much it, really.
Friday, 8 July 2011
Monday, 13 June 2011
Here we go again. June 13 earthquake report
It is 5:40am and I am sitting on the sofa in the living-room, typing on my laptop. It can only mean one thing – Christchurch has been hit by another after-shock. Two actually – or more – it depends on what counts. There is a sense of “Here we go again”.
Yesterday (Monday 13th June) I spent the morning sorting out my office at home, preparing a research plan, marking on-line assessment and quite enjoying working from home. I was scheduled to go back into our broken building on Tuesday to pack up my allocated four cardboard boxes of stuff to be taken to Pod KF04 seat H, which is to be my “office”, in a space with up to 14 others, for the next year. I was quite looking forward to moving on. I had helped Jonathan with his personal grooming, getting ready for his party on Saturday (which had been put off from 26th February). William was just starting work out in Hornby in a distribution centre. Jessica was in their caravan writing her essay on her history with William for the department of immigration. Mark and Jonathan had finished their lunch and I was heating up some curried parsnip soup.
An aftershock hit, and Mark held the pantry doors closed while I grabbed the soup off the stove. It was a big one – clearly over a 5. I rang my mother, who was not at home, and my sister to see if she had heard from my mother. Jessica rang William. I picked up my Lego men and flat-screen monitor from off the floor in my office. I gulped down my soup and prepared to go to see if my mother was okay. She rang to tell me she was safe and ok. We chatted for a bit while our heart-rates settled down a bit. I tweeted and checked my Facebook. The university sent out evacuation emails, sending everyone home. We checked the magnitude on Geonet and found that it was a 5.5, the biggest one other than on 4 Sept or 22 Feb. It was centred about 10km southeast of Christchurch.
After a bit I went back to carry on with my work while Mark did the dishes, Jonathan was in his room and Jessica went back to the caravan to pick things up. My brain wouldn’t settle. I followed what was happening on Twitter. I was thinking what to do next when at 2:20pm there was another after-shock, considerably worse. This was a 6.0, the third largest. As books, papers and Lego fell around me, I held onto the computer screen. The shelves that had come down on the 4th September, and emptied on 22nd February only disgorged only a selection of books this time. The DVD rack and CD rack fell over. The pantry tipped spices and steak knives on the floor, the woodpile spilled onto my bike, containers fell on the car in the garage, and the car jumped about 300 mm back. I called out to see if everyone was okay and Jonathan asked if the party would be put off again.
[It is 6:00am and I’ve turned on the television for a special report on the Christchurch earthquake]. There is a sense of déjà vu. Another little shock jerks the sofa under me.]
Jessica came in and rang William, my mother rang to say she was okay. We went outside to assess the damage and could hear the now familiar disturbing sounds of car and house alarms and sirens. Things weren’t too bad on our property. I assumed post-earthquake position – sitting on the sofa with a laptop on my lap and the television going. We were happy to all be safe, but very shaken. We were also really happy to still have power and some water, though the pressure was down. I knitted some rows of Jessica’s wrap to calm my nerves.
It wasn’t long before the news started appearing on the television, the first report we saw being on Al Jazeeera! The news started early with another special programme about the Christchurch earthquake. The mayor, Bob Parker appeared with his now-famous orange parka. There was serious liquefaction in many parts of Christchurch. Power was out to 50,000 homes. The roads were gridlocked with people trying to get home. The schools were closed. We were asked to conserve and boil water, check on our neighbours and stay off the streets.
All through the afternoon there were more aftershocks. This was another major geological event, and had set off its own set of aftershocks. It was all so familiar to us, and we dreaded a shaky night. Mark and I checked up on a woman from church, noting the silt and water on the streets again. I rang or texted people to make sure they were okay.
Then gradually things settled down for the night. We had dinner and family night and watched Australian Junior Master Chef, while keeping an eye on Facebook and Twitter. The buses were a bit erratic, so we picked up William from work in Hornby, which gave us a chance to hear how he had been. The 5.5 quake was nothing exceptional out there (on the other side of the city from the source of the quake) but the 6.0 one had them worried and they had all waited in the tea-room while engineers checked the warehouse. Some people had gone home, but William stayed, and got to work in the freezer for a bit, which earns him a bit of extra.
It is tiring and hard on the nerves. It probably won’t set back reconstruction a great deal as parts of the city will not be rebuilt on. The schools and University will be closed for a day while they get checked. I think the dominant emotion is resignation – here we go again. News reporters ask if people will stay or go, but most people do not have the choice. If you own a house in Christchurch there is not a lot you can do but stay. And for many people the task of shovelling silt is just starting all over again.
Yesterday (Monday 13th June) I spent the morning sorting out my office at home, preparing a research plan, marking on-line assessment and quite enjoying working from home. I was scheduled to go back into our broken building on Tuesday to pack up my allocated four cardboard boxes of stuff to be taken to Pod KF04 seat H, which is to be my “office”, in a space with up to 14 others, for the next year. I was quite looking forward to moving on. I had helped Jonathan with his personal grooming, getting ready for his party on Saturday (which had been put off from 26th February). William was just starting work out in Hornby in a distribution centre. Jessica was in their caravan writing her essay on her history with William for the department of immigration. Mark and Jonathan had finished their lunch and I was heating up some curried parsnip soup.
An aftershock hit, and Mark held the pantry doors closed while I grabbed the soup off the stove. It was a big one – clearly over a 5. I rang my mother, who was not at home, and my sister to see if she had heard from my mother. Jessica rang William. I picked up my Lego men and flat-screen monitor from off the floor in my office. I gulped down my soup and prepared to go to see if my mother was okay. She rang to tell me she was safe and ok. We chatted for a bit while our heart-rates settled down a bit. I tweeted and checked my Facebook. The university sent out evacuation emails, sending everyone home. We checked the magnitude on Geonet and found that it was a 5.5, the biggest one other than on 4 Sept or 22 Feb. It was centred about 10km southeast of Christchurch.
After a bit I went back to carry on with my work while Mark did the dishes, Jonathan was in his room and Jessica went back to the caravan to pick things up. My brain wouldn’t settle. I followed what was happening on Twitter. I was thinking what to do next when at 2:20pm there was another after-shock, considerably worse. This was a 6.0, the third largest. As books, papers and Lego fell around me, I held onto the computer screen. The shelves that had come down on the 4th September, and emptied on 22nd February only disgorged only a selection of books this time. The DVD rack and CD rack fell over. The pantry tipped spices and steak knives on the floor, the woodpile spilled onto my bike, containers fell on the car in the garage, and the car jumped about 300 mm back. I called out to see if everyone was okay and Jonathan asked if the party would be put off again.
[It is 6:00am and I’ve turned on the television for a special report on the Christchurch earthquake]. There is a sense of déjà vu. Another little shock jerks the sofa under me.]
Jessica came in and rang William, my mother rang to say she was okay. We went outside to assess the damage and could hear the now familiar disturbing sounds of car and house alarms and sirens. Things weren’t too bad on our property. I assumed post-earthquake position – sitting on the sofa with a laptop on my lap and the television going. We were happy to all be safe, but very shaken. We were also really happy to still have power and some water, though the pressure was down. I knitted some rows of Jessica’s wrap to calm my nerves.
It wasn’t long before the news started appearing on the television, the first report we saw being on Al Jazeeera! The news started early with another special programme about the Christchurch earthquake. The mayor, Bob Parker appeared with his now-famous orange parka. There was serious liquefaction in many parts of Christchurch. Power was out to 50,000 homes. The roads were gridlocked with people trying to get home. The schools were closed. We were asked to conserve and boil water, check on our neighbours and stay off the streets.
All through the afternoon there were more aftershocks. This was another major geological event, and had set off its own set of aftershocks. It was all so familiar to us, and we dreaded a shaky night. Mark and I checked up on a woman from church, noting the silt and water on the streets again. I rang or texted people to make sure they were okay.
Then gradually things settled down for the night. We had dinner and family night and watched Australian Junior Master Chef, while keeping an eye on Facebook and Twitter. The buses were a bit erratic, so we picked up William from work in Hornby, which gave us a chance to hear how he had been. The 5.5 quake was nothing exceptional out there (on the other side of the city from the source of the quake) but the 6.0 one had them worried and they had all waited in the tea-room while engineers checked the warehouse. Some people had gone home, but William stayed, and got to work in the freezer for a bit, which earns him a bit of extra.
It is tiring and hard on the nerves. It probably won’t set back reconstruction a great deal as parts of the city will not be rebuilt on. The schools and University will be closed for a day while they get checked. I think the dominant emotion is resignation – here we go again. News reporters ask if people will stay or go, but most people do not have the choice. If you own a house in Christchurch there is not a lot you can do but stay. And for many people the task of shovelling silt is just starting all over again.
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