Dear random passerbyer on the highway near my house,
I’m truly sorry.
If I knew what the morning held for me, I would have worn a better outfit.
I simply had no idea.
I woke up yesterday morning and put on yoga pants and a bathrobe and my messy bun from yesterday and opened the front door and saw this where my driveway used to be.
And this log wedged into the wheel of my car and mud and dirt and water covering the floor boards of all the vehicles.
And this where the front pull-in used to be.
And the basketball goal down by the gatehouse and the trash cans across the road.
And all the front bushes flattened.
And tree limbs everywhere.
And garden hoses and planters and pavers and stones and rocks and mud as far as the eye could see.
You see, I was asleep the entire time and missed the overwhelming flash flood and the three feet of water that covered into our yard overnight and then drifted off into the creek.
I found debris the water carried almost to the top of the steps on the back porch.
I went to bed with crickets and chirping and stars in the sky and woke up to this.
So random passerbyer on the highway it’s easy to see.
You can understand the look of absolute dismay and amazement on my face as I stood in all my outfit glory on my steps and surveyed the landscape and the party that Mother Nature had the night before.
And I wanted to thank you.
For not honking.
Or even raising an eyebrow.
When I ran down the steps and didn’t see the mud covering the front sidewalk and slid across the entire surface with my painted red toes and my messy bun and my yoga pants trying valiantly to keep my balance and my coffee cup all at the same time.
I think I heard Mother Nature tell the storm clouds….
….there’s never a dull moment around there. 🙂
PS We are fine.
The house is fine.
The creek is fine.
The basketball goal? Not so much.
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