The power is out, the creeks are rising, and the prodigal #1 son is due to return home tonight from his 10-day working vacation at Boys State. Since we have crappy Sprint phone service, hand-picked by #1 himself, he has been incommunicado for several hours. Farmer H has tried to text and call him with warnings, without much success.
What a fine how-do-you-do that will be, to get within a couple miles of home, and be turned back by a flash flood. Or within a half-mile, and be turned back by Ameren crews blocking the only access while they string power lines back up from the road onto the poles. His grandma has been put on high alert so she will not be frightened should she hear a tap tap tapping at her door after dark.
Kids. How ya gonna get 'em back on the farm, after they've taken flight?
3 comments:
If you chain them to their bed, they never leave.
Ugh. Sounds like you got the storms worse than we did this afternoon. I wonder when the media is going to begin to compare this with the flood of 93...
Sioux,
This one would drag the bed with him. And probably the Mansion, if the bed got stuck in the door.
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Chick,
We had LOTS of thunder and lightening. I didn't think the rain was that much, but this morning there was a giant log on the low-water bridge, the flash flood having already receded.
This year is like the Flood of 93 in installments.
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