“By the rivers of Babylon, where we sat down
and there we wept, when we remembered Zion.”
So it flooded in my city, on my birthday weekend. Fortunately, it didn’t get bad until Sunday really, and by that time, we had partied and rested.
I ended up spending most of the time holed up at home reading 10Ks, faffing around and keeping dry. Some parts of the city lost power and water, but I was largely untouched.
I tried to drive around to some of the affected areas to take pictures (as papz, you know), but the police cordoned off all of them, and I couldn’t get close. I almost got arrested Monday night for being outside at 10pm, past the 6pm curfew, but the policeman let me go because 1. I really wasn’t the major problem here 2. I pretended my English was terrible.
The best part of the whole thing? Getting two days off work. I didn’t do anything with those days really, except watch more Mad Men, play some FIFA and call my family.
Back at work for the rest of the week, and since all client site visits are cancelled, I’m wearing jeans to work everyday till next week.
I checked with everyone I knew, and they all seemed dry and not affected. Which is a blessing. Because we all read of dams breaking, and people being submerged in twenty feet of water.
Some stores I knew of, and shopped in, crashed to the ground. It’s bonkers.
At the end of the day, I have now lost my natural disaster cherry. I don’t need a second experience.
Cheers to being dry, and living life!