How High's The Water, Marcy? or Water World

At three AM this morning it was pretty darn high.  I could see only with the lightning.  Marcy's house and ours were islands.  We were grateful there was no bad storms with it.

After the water receded

in Marcy's yard

five hours after the peak

I'm glad it was dark.

This is the "dry ditch" beside Marcy's house.  You can tell from the grass it was much higher.  I tried to take pictures in the dark...doesn't work.

This was all running water before daylight.  Yep, that's a lawn chair.  The water almost reached our house and did flow strongly around Marcy's.  Much like another storm two years ago only more rain this time.

We are safe.  The ponds are full.  Some roads are gone and much land has washed down the creek. The work waiting is overwhelming to even think about so like Scarlett O'Hara, I will think about it tomorrow.

Sunday Excitement...Part Two

These are from Marcy's perspective.  The approaching storm is beautiful.  We can hear the roar above us.

The water was beginning to run into the basement.  As you can see my hero watching me risk life and limb to open a spill way with A MOP!

My flip flops came off. I threw them toward the basement and opened a spillway quite well, I think for an old fat lady.  I'm wondering why I even bothered with an umbrella.  I guess I was just using that for a lightning rod!

Andrew in the dark basement played guitar.

Part of the aftermath.

Glad to get some rain.

Sweet Child of Mine...

one of my favorite songs is roaring in the background, if roaring can be described as in the back ground.  Andrew and his friend, Dalton are still here.  They have been good boys and done all I've asked, even grocery shopping during our turmoil.

Last night I sat in the car, bra-less and unshaven, waiting while they shopped.  We have lunch meat, no bread, we have Skittles and peanut butter.  We have a huge watermelon, ice cream, and a cake.  We have four bags of chips and lots of pop to drink.  We have chewing gum so we will not starve.  They are good boys and know what to do with a blank signed check. I did ask if they enjoyed their lunch meat wrapped around Skittles since that was the only way I could think they may eat that lunch meat.

I seemed to have wilted after our little incident and we all are just flopping around inside air conditioned rooms...we are tired or relieved, I don't know which, maybe both.

The tooth remains, the hubby recovers, I have no nut pills so it could get much worse.  I return to work tomorrow, no better from my time off. Who knows which way the wind will blow.

All is well, as far as I can tell.  I did let the insurance caller know how the cow ate the cabbage.  They have this new and improved program to call and see how you are after a release from the hospital.  It has happened the last three times.  This time was not pretty.  I said, look, I know you are doing your job but if I have questions, I'll call you.  We just came home from a hospital, I don't want to chat nor hear the phone ring.  We want to rest!  These phone calls are bordering on harassment and, please, remove me from your how are you feeling call list because right now, at this moment, talking to you, for no damn good reason is not making me "feel good".  When she could get a word in edge wise, she promised to put a note in my file about my dislike of the new service.  Poor girl! 

After three days of working into the night, dragging furniture around and keeping busy because I could not sleep, it has caught up with me and, believe me, it ain't a pretty sight.

I have no pictures.  I loaded all to my external hard drive, scanned and defragged.  I have done nothing but refill my drinking glass, nap and play with the computer, oh, and checked to see if hubby is still breathing, now and then.

If this sounds a little crazy, it is simply because I am.  Thank you for all your well wishes and prayers.  As you can tell from this, they are sorely needed.