Flood

Sounds like the sort of thing I'd title a fiction piece (and probably will!), but today it's a statement of fact. My apartment complex is flooded — or the internal roads, are, anyway, easily enough to flood my poor Corolla. Several people who parked in less elevated areas than I did (and/or had low-riders: and who gets low-riders in a flood-prone area? Idiots, that's who) have had their cars flooded. I've been watching the water levels for a while, and it has gone down steadily ever since the rain mostly stopped at about ... what, 16:00? It vaguely drizzled for a while after that, but the clouds were already starting to pass by.

It's much like it was two years ago, or just after Hurricane Ike; people are coming out of their apartments and walking around. I've spoken to more of my complex-mates in the last five hours than I have in the five months preceding — yes, even during the snow day. (People were more interested in the snow than in each other, mostly. Or keeping an eye on the kids.)

Sorry; no pictures. It didn't really seem worth it this time, not like it did two years ago when it amazed me. Really, this is almost just a day in the life.