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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Wringing out the Muddy Water

The Caney River crested at Bartlesville on July 2 at 21 feet (8 feet above flood stage). I can tell you it's a strange thing to look out across a neighborhood, and find the streets under water. But now those waters have receded, and everything has a muddy, yucky look to it. All over town, there are piles of soggy carpet and carpet pad piled by the curb, furniture and belongings arranged on the yards to air out, and people watching the skies.

The rain is still falling. It's hard to dry out your house, when the sun is on vacation. Thankfully, my sister and her husband didn't have to rip up any floor covering or do any repairs - the flood waters stopped rising just below their porch.

I spent several days in Bartlesville last week. I played lots of Texas 42 and Spades, ate cake, and talked for hours with my mom, sister and aunt. We saw two fireworks displays, and ate at a great new cajun restaurant - - The Red Stick Kitchen. The townspeople are strong and optimistic. They celebrated our nation's independence with pyrotechnics and music, and helped their neighbors haul away soggy pieces of their homes and property.

Yep -- that sounds just like home to me.

1 comment:

Melody is Slurping Life said...

I love the spirit of Americans! Glad to hear your sister's home was spared.

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