After a relatively horrid night of sleeping on the floor, in front of
the cracked open sliding door in the back room, just to get some cooler
air passing over my body while the electricity is still out, I push
myself up off the floor and hear all my bones crack. It is absolutely
beautiful outside today. The air having been blown clean the day before
and her relentless howling and attempts to flatten all structures with
her force. I am so happy that she failed in her attempts. After all,
where would I go if I didn’t have a house to live in?
decide that perhaps I should go outside while it’s still a little bit
cool. “Wait a minute!!! Where did this water come from!? The street
drained off last night after the days torrential rainfall. This must be
runoff from other parts of town. Or maybe the river flooded. Living
less than a mile from the Mississippi River can have it’s downfall in a
situation like this.” It’s just some simple street flooding. I think
the pumps around the city will start to kick in and it’ll be gone again
by tonight. So many things are just taken for granted based on
information previously supplied by the powers that be. Had information
been available, I probably would have been scared at this point.
I go back inside and start moving some of the lower lying objects in my
apartment up to higher ground. This vacuum cleaner is brand new – it
must be brought to safety and set up on the couch. A cursory reach
under the bed comes out with my violin and viola. These have been with
me 15 years minimum. I wouldn’t be able to stand losing them. Such
sentimental value and enjoyment on those rare occasions that I find
myself playing music on them to calm myself down. Playstation 2,
Gamecube, controllers, electric cords. All of these things need to be
put up on the table this morning. That water came out of nowhere. Who
knows how high it’s going to come up.
It took me an hour to clean up around the house. Another look outside
shows the water has risen a bit more; about 6 inches up the sidewalk. I
start to get a little worried. It should be going down not UP.
There is very little that I can do today. Or any other day, in that
regards. I have no means of evacuating the city as strongly suggested
via “mandatory evacuation orders” that were issued yesterday, as I
would find out in the coming days.
I think another
book might be in order. But I can’t find the focus in my head to keep
the lines of text straight and comprehendible. The heat in the
apartment is beginning to become overwhelming despite all available
windows being opened and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.
Sitting on the floor where I slept, keeping closest to the breeze, I
begin doing Search-a-Word puzzles and monitoring the level of water in
the backyard. The yard is still dry at this point, providing security
enough to close my eyes and take a much-needed nap. I should wake up
before it’s too dark to make another survey of the land and see just
how much trouble I’m about to be in for, still unbeknownst to me.
I do wake up around 4pm to take a look outside. “CRAP!” The water has
come up the sidewalk fully and is working its way down the side of the
house towards my front door. I am so glad that the house has sunk in
the front over the years, leaving my back half in a relatively high
position compared to the rest of it. Otherwise I would have water
lapping eagerly at my front door, begging to be let inside and given
the freedom to expand itself and conquer new lands and destroy one more
it can’t come much higher than this. I suppose if the water is this
high on my street, it must be like this elsewhere too. The pumps are
going to need a while longer to catch up and remove this liquid death.
The trees were victorious in the wind, the water has decided that it
shall now make a move and strike while the irons are hot, however
foolish that cliché may be as it pertains to water. I start to turn the
wheels in my head. What can I do? Not much of anything, still. If the
water is still this high tomorrow or appears to still be rising at that
point, I’ll move into the alcove upstairs. The people that live up
there evacuated so surely they won’t mind me taking up their patio with
a camping tent and some supplies. But that isn’t necessary now, and
more than likely will be one of those “worst-case-scenario’s” that you
only dream up so that preparations can be made. (*personal commentary –
it’s too bad that our government didn’t have such dreams and follow-up
Another hour or two of
word-searching. Twenty minutes of playing around on the computer while
there is still some battery charge. Shisen has to be one of the more
interesting games that I have discovered. Bless the Chinese for putting
a twist on Mahjonng. And now off to sleep once more, with the hopes
that unconsciousness will provide relief from the heat and afford me
the opportunity to dream happy dreams.
If only I knew that when I wake up tomorrow, the horrors will begin to
unfold and life as I know it will never be the same.