I flip through the channels to get Tess back to her cartoons. I’m tired of the news anyway, same thing all day long. Record breaking rainfall, flooding everywhere, general mayhem ensues. It would have been nice if the girls had gotten outside for a little bit, but by the looks of it that won’t happen for a few days. The yard’s about ankle deep, and the sump’s been running non-stop.
Zoe hasn’t been far from an electrical outlet all day. Tess has been keeping herself busy, there’s now a cardboard stuffy hotel in the living room, and the fridge is full of crayon butterflies and stick figure family portraits. Surprisingly she hasn’t said much about not being able to go see Grandma.
I hear the front door slam. John’s back from moving the chickens to the barn. I stand to go see how it all went, “Okay ladies, finish what you’re doing and get upstairs please.”
Tess grumbles a little but starts cleaning up her pile of paper. Zoe snatches her cords and bolts past me.
John is sitting on the bench in the porch working his rubber boots off. Three sets of eyes peer out from the corner under the bench. Momma and her kittens. They don’t come in the house often but know their boundaries so stay put.
“Pretty bad out there, huh.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Not right now. Get some sleep, I’ll keep an eye on everything.”
“Alright, see you in the morning.”
Wonder what’s going on? Start here -> The Flood – Prologue