my lake view window...
As I pull the curtains back on my front window, I look out and see a lake where fields used to be across the highway. When I go to get the mail, I look down the highway and see that water is beginning to cover the road, while it is completely swallowing my neighbors' yards. Here it is another evening where I am sitting in my house and all I hear outside is thunder rolling in. I know this means more rain, and the chance that flooding may be worse when I wake in the morning. Rain, rain, go away, come back in July when we will really need you!
I could sit and get really down about the rain and how badly I need to mow my yard - but can't due to the fact that when I walk in the yard it's like poking a sponge! I'm trying not to remember a couple years ago when it flooded so badly here. I had never seen flooding quite like that before. And I am sad to say, that when I look down a few roads near my home, it looks terribly familiar. I didn't live at this house when it flooded. I lived with my parents still. My parents' house is sort of in a more center part of town. I now live on the edge of this little town and see tons of water approaching two sides of my house. I have the fan and dehumidifier going non stop in the basement, and a watchful eye on my surrounding areas. I am on flood watch.
It's humerus to me to think back on the flooding from a couple years ago. It makes me think of my friend Rachael. She lived in Harrisburg at the time- near the hospital - in an apartment that I visited most nights. One morning when I woke to get ready for work, I received notice that there would be NO work today. Since there was no way that it snowed the night before, I was shocked to hear that flooding was keeping me from work. While I am still pondering this astonishing thought over and over again in my head, I receive a picture text message from Rach. All I see in the pic is water. I then realize she has started her journey to work to only be blocked (only a few blocks from her apartment) by a lake of water. She turned around and drove in the other direction to find - she was trapped! As a small amount of time passed, others sent us picture messages of the Kroger parking lot, as well as other familiar areas to see that damage that this constant rain was now causing. The thing I remember the most about all this, is how determined Rach was to get out! She searched and scrambled through slightly flooded areas until she found a way to Carrier Mills. Of course all of this couldn't have been due to the fact that she hadn't gone grocery shopping before the flood... :) She needed some food, people! And this girl was going to make it to Millstone and get her....I think it was....eggs...that she was craving.
If it floods like before, I don't know who will make a funny memory for me since Rach has moved to Franklin and won't experience this with us in Southern Illinois. It's funny what we remember from situations and experiences. A major flood happens, and I remember my friend going crazy trying to get her some hard-boiled eggs. I think it's my mind's own weird way of blocking out the bad and masking it with memories that will make my smile.
I could sit and get really down about the rain and how badly I need to mow my yard - but can't due to the fact that when I walk in the yard it's like poking a sponge! I'm trying not to remember a couple years ago when it flooded so badly here. I had never seen flooding quite like that before. And I am sad to say, that when I look down a few roads near my home, it looks terribly familiar. I didn't live at this house when it flooded. I lived with my parents still. My parents' house is sort of in a more center part of town. I now live on the edge of this little town and see tons of water approaching two sides of my house. I have the fan and dehumidifier going non stop in the basement, and a watchful eye on my surrounding areas. I am on flood watch.
It's humerus to me to think back on the flooding from a couple years ago. It makes me think of my friend Rachael. She lived in Harrisburg at the time- near the hospital - in an apartment that I visited most nights. One morning when I woke to get ready for work, I received notice that there would be NO work today. Since there was no way that it snowed the night before, I was shocked to hear that flooding was keeping me from work. While I am still pondering this astonishing thought over and over again in my head, I receive a picture text message from Rach. All I see in the pic is water. I then realize she has started her journey to work to only be blocked (only a few blocks from her apartment) by a lake of water. She turned around and drove in the other direction to find - she was trapped! As a small amount of time passed, others sent us picture messages of the Kroger parking lot, as well as other familiar areas to see that damage that this constant rain was now causing. The thing I remember the most about all this, is how determined Rach was to get out! She searched and scrambled through slightly flooded areas until she found a way to Carrier Mills. Of course all of this couldn't have been due to the fact that she hadn't gone grocery shopping before the flood... :) She needed some food, people! And this girl was going to make it to Millstone and get her....I think it was....eggs...that she was craving.
If it floods like before, I don't know who will make a funny memory for me since Rach has moved to Franklin and won't experience this with us in Southern Illinois. It's funny what we remember from situations and experiences. A major flood happens, and I remember my friend going crazy trying to get her some hard-boiled eggs. I think it's my mind's own weird way of blocking out the bad and masking it with memories that will make my smile.
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