We awoke to an odd sight this morning– sun. It’s been a while. In fact, the last time it was actually sunny was a week ago. We had days of rain in London, too, but not usually with this kind of storms. I’d never been in a flood til now.
I’m staying with a friend for now until our house become inhabitable again. We went to check out things this morning. There’s rather alot of flood damage, and the waters are still rising due to run-off. It’s odd that, even though it has stopped raining, the waters are still rising. The neighbour has a tree on his roof now, which is not likely the decor he was planning. The strongest winds were south of us, but combine 60 mph winds with saturated and flooded ground, and some of the trees refuse to remain standing. In another odd twist of events, many of the trees in our area that were already damaged from the ice storm of 2009 decided they’d had enough of this and tumbled over.
Lily lost her Pooh bears, which has been very hard for her. The wind is still howling, which is frightening Little Peoples and Middle Littles alike. I just keep reminding them that, even though the ground is still saturated and the wind is still blowing, there is nothing at all on the radar around us. Nothing. It’s clear. Mairead, ever the optimist, keeps reminding *me* that severe storms are forecast for Sunday.
The internal cast really have been interesting with all of this going on. Little Peoples were inconsolable through most of it. When the worst of the storms started last week, they cried and cried. My best friend and I were out during one of the downpours, and Lily squeezed my fists shut so tightly that she actually broke the skin with one of my thumbnails. Kathy did her best to keep the little ones calm, but nothing worked.
The Middle Littles, a group of young teens and preteens, were terrified by the cult prophecy stuff. Everyone is still upset by that, actually. Now that we’re not in immediate danger, I have time to worry about prophecies and future storms. As my best friend would say, I *have* to worry about something. I’m good at it.
Oddly, I’m greatly concerned for Mairead. She’s usually unflappable, but I have a feeling this upset her more than she’s letting on. I heard her crying this morning, which almost never happens. The flood waters coming in to the house really scared all of us, but I think it scared her most. No idea why. She might tell me at some time, but she might just keep it to herself. I just hope she’s well.
Once the waters recede, we’ll start repairing what we can. New furniture, new flooring, et c. Maybe Mother Nature is some sort of twisted interior designer these days. Until then, I’m staying with a friend and her 21 cats. Interesting, but it’s a safe place and I am grateful.
Life is the good thing. We’re all alive.