Post cataclysm

The township woke me this morning. We’d been up late, or early as it were, alternating between actual entertainment and what the boy sarcastically called “the end of the world” (aka the weather reports). The township wanted me to know, urgently enough to wake me, that they’ve declared a state of emergency. No traffic except emergency workers and new evacuees.

There’s flooding all over the state. The boy and I walk the perimeter of the apartment complex… trees and limbs down, basements a foot or more deep in water being pumped out, a corner of the complex that’s impassable with floodwaters. The playground equipment seems to be disembodied, floating. There’s no hot water in my place, or any of the apartments… I’m sure the water heaters are currently drowned. Some units don’t have power, along with hundreds of thousands of others across the state – at last report, this is also my sister’s situation several hours south of here.

A few hours later, the boy is antsy to get out, state of emergency notwithstanding. It’s fine, he insists, but we pull up the local traffic and every route from here to there is blocked or closed with flooding. The entire state is at risk for flash flooding. He’s stuck here for a while.

Pardon me. I better go feed him, before he climbs out of his skin.

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About aka gringita
Flotsam generator. Amateur photographer. Avid traveler. Christ follower.

4 Responses to Post cataclysm

  1. congluteous says:

    Whew! What a day! I was amazed at the neighbors who decided it was okay to get into their cars and go drive some place. I was, like, holy crow, dude, what’s the point? I guess it must be important.

    Glad you made it through okay. We’re okay here. Daughter is without power, though. What an orientation week it’s been!

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  2. Nothing but sunshine out here. Hope you don’t grow tired of oatmeal and popsicles!

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    • aka gringita says:

      I turned the oatmeal into oatmeal-everything cookies. And the popsicles were very refreshing when it got stuffy because all the windows had to be all sealed up.
      So in that respect, it was all good! 🙂

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