I am not going to flood, I tell my dad on the phone. I just checked the creek, and it’s fine. I am slipping on shoes to head over to my neighbor’s house, because they are flooding. My job is to get the plastic bins of school photos and Greenville High annuals up the stairs. The water in their backyard is still, even as it has imperceptibly crept up to the edge of the driveway.
Glad you are safe. And growing vegetables isn’t easy. I’m sticking to flowers from now on, easy and they bring me joy.