Flood

Blue and white dishes that were in the secretary

Life's messy.

Tragedy with daughter lead into Christmas Season

The beginning of my holiday.

"No harm," I kept chanting-

After finishing I went to bed early.

Around two in the morning a hissing sound woke me.

Carson was gone skiing and Blair in Colorado.

Perhaps it was only the wind.

Honey (our elderly Golden Retriever)  started 

howling - this of course engaged the pack coyotes

in the canyon.

There was no moon.

I went downstairs with a baseball bat.

A slugger wasn't the proper tool.

First step down, icy wet-

The whole downstairs was filled with an inch of water.

I ran out front in a white gauzy nightgown 

to turn the main off.

Then my flood cleanup began...

I'm writing a book about drought and the irony

made me keep on track from crying.

Why waste the liquid?

Without running water I hosted family Christmas dinner.

I gave a toast about persevering.

Dinner was grand.

A flood is not going to get me down.

I'm a good swimmer.

How was your holiday?