The rain. The floods.
Our town took a pretty good hit on Monday. There were lots of road closures, and quite a few houses and business parks had to be abandoned due to the rising waters.
I guess south of here they got hit even worse. One of the major rivers overflowed its banks and put many towns underwater. I hear that our major North/South highway (I-5) is still shut down somewhere because it's 10 feet under water. Yeah. That's pretty bad.
Back on the home front, Katie and I had a bitch of a time finding somewhere to go grocery shopping. Monday is grocery shopping day. I didn't have much of a choice as I was out of bananas. We all know how much Katie likes her bananas.
The way to our normal store was shut down. It was underwater. So, we ended up at the "ritzy" grocery store. It was either that place or the grocery store that's looks like it's been around since the Stone Ages. I've been in there once. There's more variety in a 7-11.
Holy crap. That was one expensive shopping trip. Damn floods.
Katie and I spent the rest of the day at home. As for Huzbend, well, he was not so lucky. He had to hop back on his bike to find his way home. In the dark. In the worst flooding the state has seen in, like, forever. He rides home on a trail that has the word "river" in its name for cripes sake.
Was he frightened? Was he nervous? Was he going to call for me to come pick him up?
No. No. And No.
And so it was that my husband cycle-surfed his way home.
When other cyclists were stopped at the edge of raging flood waters, my husband was riding twenty plus miles an hour right on through them. I can picture him in my head screaming, "YAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" as his speeding bike creates three foot wake waves through the water.
His excuse: "It was dark and raining. By the time I saw the water, I was already in it. I just kept on going."
He also added that he knew how to swim and he wasn't worried. I guess that was supposed to make me feel better about it.
