My father skyped me, because he was worried about the hurricane Harvey and the flood. After assuring me that he googled the weather at my address and it wasn’t too bad – we shall pause here to acknowledge that my Dad called me to tell me what my weather is like – he listened to my account of Harvey floods. I made the mistake of saying something along the lines of, “It wasn’t too bad in Austin. We had some trees down and some flash floods, so basically your regular tornado season weather.”
Dad: You have tornadoes and floods and the year before last Kid 1 had to hide in her bathroom, because the tornado was going to rip off the roof off her apartment.
Dad: Why do you live there? Nothing ever happens in Rostov.
And that’s true. Rostov had never had a tornado, or a major flood, or pretty much anything. We got an occasional freakishly high snowfall and that’s about it.
What is it with continental US and why does it always gets so many disasters? Now Irma is walloping poor Puerto Rico and is moving onto Florida. I tell you, this makes me rethink Florida moving plans. We didn’t get hit very hard by Harvey, but Grace Darven did. They had to evacuate with three children, older parents, and a dog. I spent roughly 24 hours worrying about her and realizing that there was zip I could do, besides donating to SA Food Bank and various charity auctions. I had this horrible moment of realizing, Grace and Patrick’s house might be completely flooded. What do you do? How do you pick up from there? I lived through a dishwasher flood and it cost us an arm and a leg to fix it. This is a whole house flood.
Turns out that her house survived. You can read her account on Facebook here. But yeah. That’s some scary crap.