I just got done writing about the Flood of 1965, a horrible time here. People blithely assumed that it would never flood that much -- until a 20-foot wall of water, with another close behind it, decimated Colorado from Monument to Denver, including much of downtown Castle Rock. Which was, of course, on a floodplain.
Colorado's tendency to flood -- and quickly -- is one of the reasons the Brick and I have insisted on living high on the hill...instead of at its bottom. We've seen the house at the bottom of our admittedly-steep street endure flooding (including hail that plugged up the storm sewers), lightning strikes and a Douglas County schoolbus that Just Couldn't Stop. It smashed through their fence, and literally moved the house some on its foundation. Yow.
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| One of the 1965 flood results - from Weather5280.com |
The Brick had a second attack of kidney stones. Fortunately, this one was lighter. He seems to be almost through it, and the infection that accompanied it. No time for him to cook or clean up -- he just doesn't feel well.
So that means I set aside the work and go make soup -- or whatever. Soothe his fevered brow. Put some laundry in the washer. Start the teakettle.
Then try to go back to concentrating on whatever I was writing at the moment.
Life goes on. Just one more day or two, and things will ease up around here. In more ways than one.
(Thanks for listening.)
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