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Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Rain
I'd like to tell you how much rain we had last night, but the standing water in the front yard was higher than the rain gauge.
Local firefighters were going door-to-door last night around 1:00, waking everyone up and alerting them to the rapidly rising waters. When I told the firefighters we had two kids, they encouraged us to walk down to the Ole Piper Inn in case we got any more rain.
We ended up down at the Ole Piper for about 3 hours with one other family while the waters rushed down from Cedar Avenue onto our street. The water got to be about 3.5 feet deep when we walked through it. The girls didn't mind their adventure until their feet started getting wet.
By 4:00 or so I was sick of sitting in wet clothes, so we brought the kids home. After three hours of excellent behavior Little Sister Hammer had a complete meltdown. Who knew you can't wake a 3 year old up at 1:00 without consequences?
It looks like from some of the television pictures that they sandbagged our house. Frankly, I didn't see it and I don't know when that would have happened. It could've happened while we were at the Ole Piper, but the television footage looked like daylight to me. It's a mystery.
It was a rotten night and I need to get the basement dried out. I'm really tired and very crabby, but also profoundly grateful to have such competent and efficient firefighters who really did a great job taking care of the neighborhood. We spoke to the fire chief briefly, and he, too, reeked of competence. We're also very grateful for the two people who took shifts at the Ole Piper so we had a safe place to wait out the flood. I am a bit ashamed, though, that the staff at the Ole Piper actually gave free pizza to the firefighters. That's utterly the wrong instinct. They should've raised their prices. After all, as John Stossel will tell you, only by raising their prices during a pizza shortage could the Ole Piper be certain that only the people who really needed the food would get it.
