Flood

Kelly: Last night, my capris weren't a fashion statement, they were a necessity. I awoke to the sound of hail pelleting the windows. I ran to the window to see hail moving horizontally, carried by the vicious winds and torrential rains. I checked the attic to ensure no leaks: all good, or so I thought. I went to the main level to check on Miles, and I heard water running...that's odd. Then as I looked down the basement stairs, my heart stopped and quickened at the same time...water was flooding under the door. Approximately two inches covered the floor. I called our landlord who said he couldn't get out of his house but would call the fire company. I rescued Mialley's floating litter box from the freezing swirling water...two and a half inches. The rain let up. Three inches. The first fireman arrived, slipped on the stairs, confirmed my basement was flooding, and called for a back-up truck with a pump. The truck arrived an hour and an inch of water later. The two young Germans hauled the pump into the house and down to the basement. Through gestures and broken English, I supplied them with the brooms they desired and they went to work. An hour or so later, my basement was less flooded. They left stating that the did all that they could. I called my landlord again who said that he'd come over the next day. 2:30 AM. 5:30 Alarm...not happening...6:15--wet nose on my forearm...thank goodness for my furry, four-legged alarm clock and her grumbling belly. I scrambled...sort of...out of bed, to the shower, and out the door in less than 30 minutes including packing my lunch. Coffee. Black. Strong. My fellow co-workers did not receive the deluge and resulting mess that I did, so they were somewhat numb and removed from my story. When I arrived home, my dear landlord had not only pumped the remaining water out but had also cleaned the nasty sediment, leaves, and God knows what that had washed in. I called him immediately with many thanks.

I didn't react as I would have in the past. I stayed relatively calm and level headed. Maybe the yoga of the past and meditation of the present are paying off!

My honey arrives tomorrow. After my day at work, I want nothing more than to spend a slow weekend hearing the details of his adventures over a nice cup of tea. Simple. Love.