Here we go again.
As the water continued to rise, my hurricane/flooding PTSD was (somewhat) kept in check with a tea party hosted by Miss Ava and attended by Winnie the Pooh himself. Well, that and the knowledge that our house had been raised substantially since the last major flooding incident.
And the water kept rising.
Fortunately the cars had been moved to higher ground and we had enough forewarning to move as much stuff as we possibly could. The riding lawnmower, thanks to a winch and a whole lot of nagging on my part and muscle on J’s, was resting comfortably on the second level of our side deck along with anything else that would fit.
The evening high tide was the worst, peaking just below the levels of Hurricane Isabel. If we hadn’t raised our house we may have had some water inside – iffy but way too close for my comfort. As it was, our sheds flooded and the garage took about 4 inches of water, helped along by Miss Ava opening the garage door using Daddy’s remote he left on the hall table. Our neighbors were not so lucky and they did indeed end up with several inches inside their house – this doesn’t seem like a lot until you see how much damage a relatively small amount of water can do.
Although I love our little town and our neighborhood sometimes living this close to the coast ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Oh, no! I remember how bad the flooding was during Isabel… we didn’t flood then, but we had three families living with us for a week who DID get flooded out. Here’s praying y’all stay dry (and so does your stuff!).