In the meantime, let's go to the weather.
The creek down by EmBee (the mailbox) is roaring. This is from yesterday afternoon. Our gravel road runs alongside this creek.
The itty-bitty dry creek that feeds into it has come out of its banks and over the itty-bitty concrete bridge we must cross at the last fork up to the homestead. Thankfully, this was yesterday, about two hours after I'd arrived home safely. Hick took the picture. He said he drove his Gator through it!
Out of frame to the right is another small concrete bridge under water like this. Only it takes a much bigger dip. Deeper. Hick said he wouldn't even try to drive his tractor through that one. Huh. To me, if you can't drive a giant heavy tractor with five-foot-high tires through an itty-bitty creek flowing over an itty-bitty bridge...it's pretty much the sign of a water apocalypse. Or a water apopadopalyspe, as Hick might say.
This is the flow down by Hick's creekside cabin. Which looks like it might become Hick's in-creek cabin.
There's not much that keeps Hick away from an auction. But last evening, around 5:00, he decided that he was not getting out for the auction. "I might get stuck out, and not able to get back in because of the water. I'll just stay home." As much as I enjoy having a Hick-free evening, I enjoy having a worry-free evening even more.
We had flash flood warnings all night. This afternoon, the main low water bridge was still roped off with caution tape, and had county workers scraping mud off both sides of the road approaching it. They couldn't get on the bridge itself yet, because the water was still pretty deep. Sometimes, big tree trunks end up there. Another reason not to try and drive across, because you might just ram into a log.
I wouldn't have known that bridge's status, but I forgot to take the alternate route home from the store around 2:00. Sometimes the creeks don't go down as fast as one might expect.
You are both retired and the kids are away, just stay put until the creek recedes a bit. The diet coke and scratchers will still be available.
ReplyDeleteYes, no rush. I have bottled Diet Coke on hand, even though drinking it is like taking a chocolate babka to a party.
DeleteSoon to be IN creek cabin... great possibility. Well you are pretty much house bound until the creek goes down. They do have slots on line, not that I ever play, but the grandma of one of my students went bankrupt not yanking the one armed bandits, but depressing the computer key.
ReplyDeleteI'm always happy that our homestead is on top of the hill. Except during tornado season.
DeleteI won't even click on those ads when I'm researching how to play certain slots! Playing online is like playing with not-real money! I'd never do it. Besides, it's not as fun as the real thing, with weirdos standing behind you, or blowing smoke in your face.
I'm sure you remember when we had to buy tokens and use them in the slots, and the payout was in those clanging tokens. Now THAT was FUN! Once this bill-and-ticket system went into effect, it seemed not as exciting. I save my tickets for cash-out when I leave, but Hick plays on his. I can't. It's like I'm not spending real money, and they'd be gone in a flash. Kind of like Hick's...
Hick's little cabin looks like it's just one or two heavy rains away from becoming a houseboat.
ReplyDeleteThe Truth in Blogging Law requires me to inform you that Hick now says this is a view of his BARN CABIN. A little barn he build next to his creekside cabin.
DeleteI couldn't tell from this angle, as he hangs things on it like he does on the actual cabin. He couldn't get a shot of the real cabin, because he would have been standing in the creek to get far enough back to take the picture.
Yeah Hicks little cabin is getting close to the water, as long as you have groceries I'd just kick back at home and suggest Hick do the same for now.
ReplyDeleteHick always wants to go out and see how bad it is. Same with a blizzard or ice storm. He's kind of hard-headed, like (formerly known as Puppy) Jack. At least Hick stayed home from the auction.
DeleteAnd this is a prime example of my grandmother's saying "Lord willing and the creek don't rise" when she would make a promise for "tomorrow".
ReplyDeleteYeah, there's no arguing with a creek. And probably not with the Lord, either!
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