Not long after my earlier post this morning, I checked my email to find an update from our school. There are several sites named where people from our school community are congregating to fill and stack sandbags. Seeing names of people I know and care for has changed my action plan for the day. I called the Y to cancel our standing reservation in the playroom, I’ve ventured out to find some jugs of water to keep nearby, just in case, and tonight we’ll up our efforts to bring our lower level house contents into the upper level. And since most of the kids are in school and I’m not totally housebound, I’ve summoned to help of my neighbor to watch Nick so I can take part in the effort to save our city.
In some ways, it feels like our efforts might be futile. Hourly predictions are becoming bleaker, and the skies have not budged nor broken from constant gray. But nevertheless, the time of waiting seems over now. Action is required. We’re a little slower than some to come to this reckoning. It’s a hard thing to discern: when to cancel appointments and stop the flow of the life that was in motion to change courses in order to fight the inevitable. There are moments when several directions are offered, and other moments when the options have ceased.
My neighbor just called. She’s ready to take Nick, so I’m out of here. I’ll be back later. My slowdown on blog entries has ceased, along with so many other plans that worked well in other times but no longer seem relevant. TImes like this, I need my writing to work through the stress. Thanks for joining me.