My home has a skylight that I love because of the brightness it adds to my kitchen area without turning on a light. On the rare occasions of a cloudy day and naturally at night I turn on the lights but its one negative feature is the rain as it beats on the glass. I usually hear the little patter of drops when it is drizzling but once the heavy rains start it is deafening and can get on one’s nerves. Carolyn and Ted my dear next door neighbors have to keep opening their door and walk outside under the car port with their adorable dog Quincy as it makes him jittery. I don’t know if it hurts a dog’s ears but what I do know is three days of rain, has made us all a little short-tempered.
When I awoke Sunday morning it was pouring but the roadway was clear and so I ventured out to the 11:15 class of Ashtanga Yoga. My friend Linda and I stopped at our favorite restaurant for their spectacular Greek omelets after an awesome class. We ate and chatted and then headed for home and as I walked in the pouring rain to my automobile, my mind wandered back to my girlhood days in the city. I had loved to jump in the puddles and splash around and I thought of how perfect it would be here in Florida with its warm 80 degrees. But then I recalled a promise I made to myself about not taking any more chances since my fall a few months ago. And so I won’t relive my childhood by puddle jumping, but the idea was tempting for sure.
I arrived home a few minutes later and listened to the weather report stating the rain would not be stopping anytime soon and to listen for tornado warnings. Now I don’t think I got nervous until around 4 p.m, when I opened my front door facing my driveway and for the first time in seventeen years my road filled with water. The overflow coming on to the driveways made me uncomfortable. What if it continued to rise? Do I stay or go? We decided to wait it out for a while.
We had always been told to carry flood insurance because the Anclote River was nearby, but I never thought it would overflow and from where? My neighbors were out side and Ted called out to me “come see the fish in the street.” As I looked for my flip-flops (as I am always barefoot in the house) I chuckled and thought Ted is kidding me. But he wasn’t as he pointed out the two or three fish lying in the water. I wanted to find something to put them in, but the idea didn’t stay as I thought “how would they survive? ” It left me feeling sad and helpless.
We spend the next couple of hours going on Facebook and checking in with friends who also had damage from the winds and overflowing pools. Some found frogs looking for safety and one neighborhood had an alligator walking across the road. When I finally fell asleep to the raindrops beating on the skylight, I dreamed of sunshine and sure enough when my eyes opened this morning, it was a half sunny sky. I quickly opened my front door and peeked out and surprise, the street was almost dry (almost like magic the flood water receded to where I don’t know, but it was gone.) Maybe it would be a normal Monday and with luck the Yoga studio would have classes. (Am I committed or what?) I called the studio and they were open. I was happily on my way.
Debby our tropical storm is raising havoc in another area and once again I am counting my blessings for being safe and dry and so are my friends and neighbors. And to my fellow yogi’s Namaste!!
Current Mood: Surprised