Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Waiting for the Rain


All was silent as before —
All silent save the dripping rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


The calendar says June. I missed posting in May. I'm trying to piece together what happened to the month. Here's my excuse.


As many have read, we've had great rains in Texas the entire month of May. I've refrained from posting on Facebook or in my blog as my heart has broken for those swept away in the flood waters. I can't imagine the grief that has wrought.

As I thought of those in such pain, I wasn't just watching the rain fall. We'd made some changes out at the lake cabin the past couple years. We hired out to add a crushed granite driveway and a stone walkway and patio. The patio had previously been dirt and the walkway a haphazardly placed potpourri of steppng stones. I often called it The Drunk Test.

Our Central Texas drought had not really afforded an opportunity to know how the new additions might fare in rain. If the makeshift French Drain tunnels we had added ourselves on the other side of the house could accommodate downpours, let alone massive drops.

The driveway and walkway/patio fared well, but our own handiwork did not.

Back when we had rain, the house across the street was an old place like ours built in the early 1960's.  That house has since been torn down and replaced with a mini-mansion. Built higher than most homes on the isle, its slanted-toward-the-street-driveway had no trouble funneling the rain to my house creating a large buildup of water in the driveway.

Combined with our lack of gutters, suffice to say, the drains couldn't handle the overflow. I'm now quite adept at manning a shovel and broom in the midst of a lightening storm. I spent over $200 on barriers that grow when they get wet. By layering those I was able to create a more contained running stream -- one that kept the rain in the garage and running down the side of the house rather than in the downstairs TV/bedroom/Green Bay Packer Hall of Fame. My neighbors helped greatly with shovel work as well, digging the rocks out of the trench to allow more movement for the water.

This is after it was flowing and the rain had slowed way down. Back by the gate is where the water built up. I never took a photo of that. Perhaps I was too busy?

Each day, I awaited the rain. My husband works in town so I was the babysitter of the homestead. As I sat on the dock watching the clouds and the radar on my phone,  I felt like I was Waiting for Godot. Unlike that play, I could time the storms approximate arrival and try to assess the severity. I'd gather my candles and flashlights. A can of tuna and Melba toast. Box of leftover Cheezits. Bottle of wine. Liter of water. I'd hang out in the TV/Packer Hall of Fame room, listening to local weather, until the wind and rain took out the satellite.

Prepared, but not too excited about it all, I willed myself to not be scared of the tornadoes nearby. Or worry if I would have to again venture out into the storm to move my barriers or dig a little more. I took deep breaths and just went for it. Raincoat clad and swim shoes on my feet.

Some days it hardly rained. The air instead hung heavy with humidity. The neighbors and I would gather in the street or on the dock. Stare at the sky. Wait for the next round.

Memorial Day arrived.  And the crowds wanting to boat and play in the mud-filled water. We had  a few visitors as well.

What to do on a rainy day. We started out on the dock and then moved inside when the rain came. Was pretty peaceful as everyone found something to do while we waited.





And then came the rain.


That dog was snoring. Snoring. Now that is bored.




Ended up in the downstairs due to the tornado warnings. We had a plan that all nine of us, plus three dogs, would harbor in the ten by four foot closet if need be. We do not have basements in Texas.

Water gushed into the garage and we manned brooms and shovels once again to detour toward the lake.

When the rained lessened and the tornado threats abated, several of the kids headed over to a property where my oldest son and daughter-in-law, the Texas Aggies,  were invested in newborn baby cows. You had to figure how that was going to turn out.

Stuck Truck

Fence Fixing
One of those young people visiting was new to our cabin. He sat down to dinner after the land/truck/fence adventure and remarked that he had Australians coming to his work the next day who thought that all Texans rustled cattle, fixed fences, and drove tractors. He, a native Texan, was planning on debunking that cliche as he had never, ever done those things. Now, he would have to admit it might be true.

Meanwhile, the lake is a mud pit. Limbs of trees and debris have been running by the cabin for days. Bloated fish unable to breath in the muddy water floated past. People's trash.


I know y'all wanted to see the dead carp.

A view from downstream (I couldn't believe people have their boats out there with all the debris.)

It will take a few days for the rivers flowing into the lake to finish depositing their loosened fare. Hopefully by week's end the water will clear and I can get back in the water and read while floating. Oh, wait. I mean aqua jog for hours to get in better shape. Yes, that's what I meant.

Sorely in need of rain to fill the lakes and aquifers, the storms did help to quench that thirst. They also provided a few pleasures at day's end.







A Monet. Right there in my own sky.

The rains have passed and none are forecasted for a week or more.  Although I love to hibernate at the lake, I normally know it's time to come home when I start understanding what my duck friends are saying to me. By the end of the month we were having long conversations and I was enjoying their stories.

I came home yesterday.

A quick perusal of my garden proved most disappointing.  I'd hoped for a bountiful display of tomatoes-to-be, but the tomato plants had been eaten by dirty little buggers. The eggplants hadn't moved in their height or blossomed, nor had the peppers. The gladiolus blades tilted parallel to the earth.

I did, however, come across a beauty. The first Dahlia of the season. I cut it, brought it inside, and placed it on the table beside the chair where I live. So pretty.


My husband and I try not to think of the smile on our new contractor's face when he gets paid after putting up gutters and fixing that drainage situation at the cabin. (No, we aren't tearing down the new house across the street. We just look at it with more disdain than usual.)

My babysitting the rain is done. Today I sit.

We hope the searchers have all the equipment and stamina they need to continue looking for those still not found in the flood waters. We pray for the families that suffered such great loss here in Texas and throughout the world. 

27 comments:

  1. The weather in so many parts of the country have been horrific. I'm sorry for the inundation you've dealt with, but comparatively you got off easy. I love that beautiful dahlia, but isn't it early? :-)

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  2. Yes, DJan, we got off easily. Such sorrow for so many thoughout the world.

    And, this is Texas, so the dahlia comes earlier. I put the tubers in late March. Good thing because as soon as the heat hits, it won't be such a beautiful plant anymore.

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  3. We have gotten the aftershock of this, but some sun. Glad you have survived.

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    1. Yes, I saw the radar often reaching up your way. Glad the sun is back for you.

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  4. I am not saying this facetiously: the weather is not what it used to be. I think. Two years ago you were in total drought and now more rain than can be imagined. The flood stories are too awful to contemplate; the sorrow will remain forever. I am thankful you are OK.

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    1. Thank you. We were fortunate to only have the little we did. I so feel for those families.

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  5. Sounds like you made the best of a bad situation ... and got some fantastic photos to show for it!

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    1. Good to hear from you! Yes, the photo taking was a welcome creative relief. I was glad the family came for the holiday.

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  6. Such drama y'all have been having, for sure. I totally respect that a bottle of wine was part of your survival kit. You're my kind of woman.

    Whenever I see a floating fish, like that carp, I get so sad, as it's such an indication of Something Gone Wrong.

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    1. Wine. When one is going down with the ship, best to have a buzz on.

      Yes, it took a neighbor to explain the fish kill. I'm not a fan of carp, but they serve their purpose.

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  7. The loss of life in the Texas floods is tragic, and my heart goes out to those who lost loved ones. You've certainly been through it, Julie, even if others had it worse. That dalia is glorious!

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    1. Yes, the flowers help bring things back in perspective. I was very glad to see it. Still awaiting word that all the lost have been found. Not quite yet.

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  8. Julie - you paint a pretty depressing picture of life down there over the past month. I think you do seem to get extremes of weather. We had severe flooding here a few years ago but nothing on this scale. Hope things look up weather wise this month.

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    1. Yes, the extremes are more frequent throughout the world. Odd things that just wipe out people and places so quickly. Requires some serious consideration, I say.

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  9. It's shocking to read your personal account of what you're going through over there with such extreme weather conditions. We've had our share of the floods over here in low-lying areas of our city, but we chose a house on a hill when we retired here without realising the consequences of changing weather patterns and are thankful for that. All we get is a flooded garage because of the slope on the driveway. New builds with bad planning can be devastating for neighbours. It's horrible to see the dead carp and can only imagine other scenarios for people in the region. Take care, friend and all the best to you and your family.

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    1. Thank you, Linda. Our lake is in a chain of seven lakes separated by dams. Ours is "constant level" as are two others. As long as we don't get 20 inches in an hour and the guy running the dam is awake, we are good. But the other lakes can flood terribly. Due to the drought, the non-constants were only 37% full. Now one is 50% and the other almost 80%. Indeed help for the drought, but sad to say we could use some more.

      House on a hill? Good plan.

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  10. Having never been in an extreme weather situation, I can't imagine being held hostage by Mother Nature as you were. Do hope that the modifications necessary to protect your place in the future don't break the bank, or better yet, that they'll prove UN-neccesary. You tell a really good story, though, Julie, so am I allowed to say I got some pleasure from reading this?

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    1. I'm with you in regard to the proving unnecessary. We'll be ready, though. And thanks for enjoy the story.

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  11. Scary times. I've been thinking of my friends in Texas...glad you survived the situation with (hopefully) minor damage.

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    1. Yes, minor indeed. Will have to watch for wood rot and smell through the tiles in the floor. But other than that, happy nothing worse.

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  12. I am glad that you all are ok, but can't imagine the stress that everyone has been under with all the water. I hope you are able to enjoy the family time despite the challenges.

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    1. Good to hear from you, Slamdunk. Always enjoy when the kids come out. Welcome relief from being out there alone most of the month.

      And my stress was minimal compared to those that lost their lives. I’m so sorry for them.

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  13. Oh, I've been so grieved over Texas and Oklahoma...but am glad that water has come to them...just wish it hadn't been such a shocking DUMP of it. I'm so glad you made it through! Darn Mini-Mansions! How I hate those buildings. So piggy.

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    1. Hahahahaha! Piggy indeed. Only good thing? Most of the people that buy them stay inside them. Don't quite get the lake thing.

      Hopefully the calmer weather will stay for a while. No tornados for anyone, please.

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  14. At least you have shared the good with the bad and no one killed anyone. So sad for those who have lost homes and love ones. This weather is now here, but no so much rain.

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    1. Stay dry. Good for the gardens and forests. And, yes, enough room in the upstairs to spread out even in the rain. Didn't get cabin fever. That’s a good thing!

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  15. This is the first account I've read of this flood. Sounds like a scary and wretched experience. I'm glad the damage you suffered is minimal. And yes, crazy to boat in all that debris! THAT could be a painful and expensive mistake! Can't believe they didn't put a no wake rule into effect during the flood.

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