Thank you to those who have inquired about the flooding here in Nashvillle. It’s the nastiest weekend of weather we have ever had. The Cumberland River is 10 feet above flood level. The canoe and bass-boat evacuations are fishing people out of houses and attics all over Bellevue and Antioch. The Harpeth River seems to hate particularly anybody who’s living within a mile of it. I-40 and I-24 are both kind of shut down. The boys are going to be home tomorrow on a rain day. A RAIN DAY?
And Naomi Judd’s buffaloes have escaped from her farm in Leiper’s Fork.
As for us, we now have an indoor wading pool RIGHT HERE in our basement.
It’s not volcano ash cloud of doom, or Gulf oil spill the size of Puerto Rico (it actually is, according to CNN), or Nissan Pathfinder with a surprise in the back seat. But MAN does a flooded basement take the starch out of a girl. It hit really fast, within a matter of minutes–I went downstairs, thinking hmnph! those rolled-up towels are just the ticket to keeping our basement dry. When I returned, the rolled-up towels were under water, floating and unrolling.
We just turned the electricity back on after shutting it off this morning to keep us from having something bad happen involving electricity that we don’t really understand but are terrified of anyway. The determining factor in pulling the giant house switch back to ON was mostly that the four of us had become so jumpy without the Internet that we were getting ugly with each other.
I was given the phone number of a guy named Greg who says he can suck it all up and get us all dried out. I may have hallucinated that, but maybe it’ll happen.
May everyone have a sucked-up, dried-out night . . .