Underwater

Well. The river done busted its banks and here we are now, sitting amongst the floodwaters, waiting to be inundated with debris and wetness. The cats are highly unamused and can’t understand why I’ve locked them in the bathroom (for easy trapping in case we have to leave quickly). Aaron is outside trying to figure out a way to tie his car down so it doesn’t float away…the water is up to his waist as he stands next to the car, fishing things out of the trunk and flinging them on the roof. My car is already partially underwater, and the water is about a foot deep all throughout the garage.

I would have slept right through all this had it not been for my dear neighbors across the street who banged insistently on our front door at six AM to let us know that Aaron’s car was going swiftly underwater. Aaron rushed out to start grabbing his belongings from the trunk, and I stood with my neighbors on my front walkway, staring at the floodwaters stretching up and down the street in the darkness of early morning. Even as we stood there for only a few minutes, the waters rose around us and I retreated back to my dry living room. Of course, had to grab the camera and start snapping pix. Honestly, a photo op is a photo op, and you know me and water…

We rushed around trying to find things to block the cracks under our three outside doors to keep water from coming into the actual house. Sleeping bags, towels, blankets, jackets…we had no sandbags, just a small, sad bag of potting soil I’d been saving for a rainy day. HAR HAR. Looks like I’ll need to bust it open now to replenish all my gorgeous topsoil that is quickly being carried off down the street and will most likely waste away stuck to someone’s fender.

Now we’re just depressing ourselves by watching the repetitive and insane local news coverage of all the storm aftermath in NorCal. I called my mom to find out how my dad was, because all the roads between here and his work are shut down due to flooding. I’d hoped he hadn’t gone to work at all. Mom hasn’t heard from him yet and we know he’s most likely OK; it would just be nice to actually hear from him, you know?

I’m starting to wish it was a work day so I could call into work once again with the flooded street excuse. Last time my boss didn’t really believe me (and I wasn’t lying!). This time he’d have to believe me because it’s all over the stinkin’ news. There’s live broadcasts from the nearby main intersection on Channel 13.

We’ve received word that there’s funnel clouds forming in the area. I’m just waiting for the earthquakes to start. Fire and famine anyone?