The images say it all … in Bellevue a mother, her 2-year-old and her husband carrying their what must be a 9-month-old look tired, taxed and like they just want to be warm and fed. Is this Nashville? I love Bellevue. I love Nashville. No one told us there would be a flood of historic proportions … We woke up this morning when the sirens in Brentwood blew … It was about 6:38 a.m. … I know because I waken when a sound erupts foreign to the sound of sleep … I quickly flew to the TV set and clicked it on. Rotation, rotation … not near us … and so I made a pot of coffee. And I sat. While my four babes slept and my husband snored I sat and watched. And then around 7:30 the rotation on the news radar showed a circle in our path. I jumped and leapt up the stairs. ”Everybody up! Let’s go! Everybody up and in the downstairs bathroom!” And then there was thunder on the stairs, good sailors all. We didn’t get hit. We didn’t get flooded. But others did. Roads were submerged. Good friends had homes damaged beyond recompense. And then tonight, sitting watching TV … watching the horses in Bellevue up to their necks in muddy water, ironically belonging to an old friend of mine who loves those horses … her daughters cherish them … and then seeing the mama and her babies and her husband working hard to do the right thing. Tomorrow we will go and see if our magazine is in-tact. But we are far better off than many tonight. Far better off than creatures, men, women and children displaced. The storms of 2010. The flood of historic proportions. Bless them all. And be safe.
3 May
soggy city
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