27 October 2011

Sandbagged

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27 October: My back is absolutely killing me; every muscle in my body is screaming in pain; and, to add to the aggravation, we have a good chance of being flooded tonight. Levees are breaking more and more everywhere around us, like falling dominoes.
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My pain is the result of working too hard yesterday with heavy sandbags. I have been out of shape for too long, and now I’m paying for it. Being an old guy is no excuse. And the job isn’t even half finished.
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I never thought that we could ever get sandbags, but yesterday Tuk somehow acquired some big sandbags through her friends. She and I worked last night after sundown, hauling and placing them. I was absolutely wringing wet from sweat by the time we quit for the night.
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I am not sure that our sandbags will even make any difference, since floodwaters can come into our home through so many different channels. Yesterday, while brainstorming and surveying our home environs, we found many unexpected huge holes in our perimeter that we are unable to plug. So it is now damage control, deciding which areas to try and keep dry, and which to allow to flood, if and when the flood arrives.
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All of this means going out to manhandle more sandbags tonight, and it probably means getting up during the night to check for incoming water – if I can even move by then. The worst thing about this entire nightmare is its long, drawn-out and never ending character.
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-Zenwind.
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