I’ve wondered what it would’ve been like to live in New Orleans when Katrina came through. The hurricane itself passed in hours, but in the days that followed, it kept on giving. I wonder when it dawned on people how much it would effect their lives forever. Well, I think I got a taste of that yesterday.
It’s been raining here for weeks. We’ve had a drought for a few years, so the torrents of rain were welcome [for a while], but then it started getting old. Our dogs have taken to barking at the rain these last few days. Yesterday, some friends called from Oregon. They’d seen the news. They’re coming back today and wondered if they would have trouble driving home. I didn’t know, so I started watching Atlanta television [we’re 60 miles north at twice the elevation]. It went from bad to worse, with more coming. This morning, the city is shut down [maybe "going under" better describes it].
North Georgia where we live is a soggy mess with overfull streams, but none of the flooding seen in Atlanta. It’ll be a long time coming before things approximate normalcy there…
Because I don’t watch TV, I had no idea it was so bad. There’s been no flooding around my area, although a big oak tree did give up its roots and fell across the road taking down power lines near my house.
I drove this morning from home in Sandy Springs to Emory and wouldn’t have known any of this was going on — until I got near Emory and saw that Lullwater Road was blocked by a tree down. So it’s bad — but spotty.