2011 High Water - Nine
It is harder to leave than I thought. And for how long? It is the not knowing what is happening that bothers me, and I am sure there will not be an effort to keep the migrated residents informed about daily conditions back here on the river. Not to be expected, anyway.
Tomorrow I will take a good look around and tidy up the place. Silly, but it feels right. Like cutting the grass yesterday. Why? It feels right to leave it looking good, that’s all. If I know Carolyn, she will do the same thing to the inside of the house before we go.
The river is not quite at 21 feet today on the Butte La Rose gauge. It has not really moved up or down for three days. Some think that the strong north wind that we had blew the water out into the bay faster than it would have gone with our usual southeast wind. So the rate of rise that we have been having came to a standstill. The river will make up for this in the coming week, I guess, but it seems to have helped slow the rise.
Rise and Shine, Jim
2 Comments:
I live at the edge of Galveston Bay, so evacuations are a part of life. We prefer they not be, but it's nearly time to begin checking paperwork, filling "The Suitcase" with personal treasures must be taken in the car, and so on.
I understand the lawn mowing. Every time our evacuation is forced, I'm overcome by an almost irresistable urge to wash woodwork.
The time between knowing evacuation will be required and actually starting the car always has felt to me like the time between a death and the funeral.
There's a suspension of time, a sense of being carried by events. I hope you, your wife and your community are carried gently.
Well put. And keep the woodwork clean. Thanks.
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