They told us it was going to rain. They said that might be a lot. But these are the same people who break the hearts of school children year in and year out with their predictions of snow.
Who knew they’d get it right this time.
It started raining early yesterday morning. By noon, we’d had 4 inches. And it was still coming down. I went to my mother’s house which had flooded–on this same date–many years before. Her front yard was under water and it was trickling in the sunroom. Our emergency precautions included putting furniture on stacks of old National Geographics. We ran out of magazines and I convinced her to use the old World Book encylopedias.
I left a few hours later and learned that while I was gone the water, which had been scant in my basement when I left (Husband was dealing with it) had risen four inches. It had gone down by the time I got home.
And it was still raining. By 7 p.m. Saturday we’d had more than 11 inches.
Today there’s major flooding in town. Major thoroughfares are under water and in Nashville even the interstates are blocked. This is less than mile from my mother’s.
In all, we’ve had 15+ inches at my house in the last 36 hours–that’s 25% of our yearly total.
But that’s piddling. I have friends and family who are literally stranded, without power. My brother has eight neighbors who were flooded out at his house. Lots of people have lost lots of stuff and it’s still raining . Just seeing some scenes in west Nashville on the news now, utter destruction.
But this wouldn’t be Music City without at least one country music star story–while I was watching one of the local stations Naomi Judd called in to say that her fences had washed away and her buffalo were running lose. She wanted her neighbors to know. Husband pointed out that she could’ve just called the neighbors instead of the tv station. Guess that’s why the stars are different from you and me.
If you’re of a mind to, check out the scene online…just google Franklin floods, or Nashville. And be glad you’re high and dry.