In 2006 this area went through what everyone called "a hundred years" flood. Now five years later we are flooded again, and the news is calling this one worse than 2006. It's supposedly even worse than the catastrophic floods of 1972 when Hurricane Agnes went through.
In the winter I complain about living on top of the mountain because it's sometimes difficult to get out, or to get home for that matter. Today I'm very glad we live so high. While hundreds of people are evacuating near the Susquehanna River and its tributaries, we sit high and dry. Our basement is even dry, though the sump pump worked its little heart out for the past three days.
Sometimes tragedies bring me around from a slump. In Arizona a friend's sister's house burned; nothing left but ashes. Around here people's homes and businesses are under water. I have been so very fortunate that I haven't suffered a tragedy like these and I can't imagine how one would go on. I do know that my life has been a litany of "you gotta do what you gotta do," but I think there's a limit.
How can I feel downhearted or sad when my life has been so blessed? It's high time I picked myself up, brushed myself off, and got busy enjoying life again. I'm going to look on the sunny side of the street, if the sun ever comes out again that is. :D