"Texas is a land of perennial drought, broken by the occasional devastating flood." - State Meteorologist, National Weather Service, 1927
This post has nothing to do with quilting. Instead, it is for personal cathartic and record
keeping purposes.
First, heartfelt thanks to my blog friends for checking to
see if we are okay. We were very
fortunate. It was scary, but we came
through it largely unscathed.
Those a few miles from us in any direction were not nearly so fortunate,
as reported in the national news.
This time, Ground Zero was to our southwest in an area close
to the Guadalupe River and populated by several church campgrounds. The combination of rain and flash flooding
did the unthinkable. As I write this,
the death count stands at 80 as the search continues for those still unaccounted.
We carefully monitored weather radar all day and could see we were on the fringe of the worst. However, the chief of our local volunteer fire department was swept away while attempting an emergency rescue. Even in our less impacted area low water crossings washed away, homes flooded, lives lost.
There is one blessing. The lakes and aquifers that sustain our households were approaching dangerously low levels. This should have a positive impact there. I don’t feel like celebrating, though.
Earlier in the week I did some quilting and began preparations for our upcoming trip to Wisconsin. One of Bob’s brothers is having serious health issues and his sister will be celebrating their 50th anniversary. Thankfully, our grandson has kindly agreed to house and dog sit while we are gone, so our house will be occupied and the mutts get to stay in familiar space.
I cannot end this post without at least one positive note. Butterflies have discovered our Greg’s Mist Flowers.