Saturday, September 3, 2011

Worst. Diety. Ever.

Perfect expression on my daughter's face, next to new shoes never worn, next to my parade cap worn exactly once,
on a solid oak bar I had just received but never used, in a yard full of other flood tainted now-garbage on our lawn.
Irene, you were the nastied bitch I ever regretted meeting.
Granted, mass flooding is kind of a God trademark, but not to his own house!  That's like Wyatt Earp hunting down outlaws and shooting himself in the foot.  Seven times -emptying his revolver, reloading, and shooting himself once more for good measure!  This kind of incompetent mishandling of executive power hasn't been seen since the Bush administration.  This is supposed to strike other people, elsewhere, in a different town other than mine.  Not here.  Not my house.  And yet...
A yardful of memories, waiting for the trashman.

My lovely kitchen

Floodline at the door handle

My lovely bedroom

My lovely den

But it was in my house.  38 inches deep in the living room, kitchen, lower bedroom, bath, and den.  We'll be gutting it out for days.  Drywall and insulation must be ripped out up to 4 ft.  The hardwood floor in the den must be ripped up.  Fun times over at not-actually-god's.
  There are very nice people in this town though and they've banded together to supply all the flood victims with hot meals, all manner of dry and canned foods and other supplies, use of the showers at both local spas, clothing, and volunteer work crews to help with the demolition so many need.  A local mom and her 3 cheerful preteen kids showed up to help us rip up our soaked carpeting and padding.  She had been flooded out also, but a team showed up at her place the day before to help her and she's paying it forward with us.  So we'll all get through it together.  If I were god and I were making people, I couldn't make them any better than these.  So help Me, Me.



  1. Oh Dear YOU!

    I'm sorry that you were afflicted by Irene. I'm glad that the goodness of people is shining through.

    I can't even imagine. I'm sorry! Seems so trite, but what else can I say?

    Oh, I know.

    Costa Rica baby or bust?

    It's below the hurricane zone and it's purdy darn cheap to live there!

    Yeah baby!

    *sad smile*

    Glad YOU and your family are okay despite the devastation.

  2. How awful! Thank YOU that you and your family are safe and have help and support. I'd like to offer my help too. Please let me know if there's anything you need. Seriously. I can do amazing things with an Internet connection. I can have pizza, beer, clothing and a cleaning service delivered to your door. I can also have strippers delivered, but I don't think Mrs. NAG would like that very much. It might do more damage than Irene.

  3. Wow.... I feel for you guys out there. Glad to see the community coming together once again. Your town sounds like a resilient group... my thoughts are with you all!

  4. I was worried about you and your family. This is terrible! I can't even imagine how stressful this is for all of you and I'm so sorry. If there is something I can do to help, please let me know. A case of tequila perhaps? I mean it. If there's anything please let me know. I'm am relieved that you and the baby and your wife are okay, but damn! This is a mess! If you want to bring your family out to my house, I have room. You can all stay here in sunny California for a while and let contractors clean up for you. Truly, I am sorry. This should not have happened to you guys!

  5. If I were anything like God at ALLSeptember 4, 2011 at 10:13 AM

    not quite ready to retire to Costa Rica just yet

    there's still quite a lot of trash hauling to be done, and strippers ARE known for hauling ass...

    yeah, suddenly it's a "Little House on the Prarie" town. Who knew?

    careful what you wish for; what if I actually show up with my traveling circus?

  6. We managed to avoid hurricanes for over 20 years in Palm Beach County. But then 2004 happened. I'm sorry. I know exactly how that feels.

  7. My heart goes out to you and your family and neighbors. I can only hope that things reach a level of normalcy for you all soon! ~hugs~

  8. You are a god, my friend. Walt Whitman was right. "A mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels." And perhaps "the best-laid schemes of mice and men go oft astray." But you will remember that you are a god.

  9. Wow, that's a horrendous thing. Snow we can deal with, but rushing water, not so much.

    The consolation is that it's nice to know that there are good people out there helping you and each other out!

  10. Oh my, God. I'm so sorry! My thoughts and prayers are with you! ((hugs))

  11. I'm so sorry for this! I couldn't even imagine. I hope everything is getting better by the day!