[Hilde's log]
The rain started up a couple of hours ago and has been lashing us non-stop. Dickinson is under mandatory evacuation (we are east of there). Not looking good on the radar.
I feel like a prisoner in a small cell, kept in by this storm and the constant rain. Who ever thought rain could be oppressive?
The grass has disappeared again, although the wooden boardwalk is still above water. We still have many feet left on our high water pilings. But I'm tense, and really, really tired of this.
I keep thinking of the story of Noah's ark, which is usually cutsified by chubby elephants and doves and a round bottom boat that is light years too small to hold the toys that come with the set. The real thing must have been just horrid, with the rain lashing down day after day, and the land disappearing, and desperate people banging on the Ark's door. Just horrid.
The radar shows more of the same. I would make a rotten POW.
BTW, we are fine, so don't worry about us. Just stir crazy and sick of rain.
Text me! Jokes welcome.
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