Dharmafrog

Everything Is Fine

It’s true, everything is fine. We are all healthy and together. We have a dry/nice place to live, a little crowded but in a safe neighborhood, and we’re together. James has a good job that pays for all of our necessities, bills, food, vehicle, clothes and shoes for the never ending growth spurts of our beautiful sons. Everything is fine.

Our neighborhood has been destroyed, with the exception of only a few of us. The last week has been a an emotional one. Having James in San Francisco and not here. Then non stop rain making the rivers overflow and flood all around us. Looking out our windows you couldn’t even tell that anything was wrong. Then as we went out to do a routine grocery run, we only get down the block and can only see tops of houses, everything else under water. It’s one of those things that you can’t say anything, you just stare and shake your head. Nothing you can say can/will describe the feeling.

I feel guilty. I feel so blessed in every way that our house was high enough to escape the flooding. Even more blessed that our house hunt last year resulted in this house, rather than the other one that was closer to the river. I am not even the least bit frustrated with the congested traffic or having to go to another grocery store or hold recycling in our storage unit, both blocked by flooding. It’s the least I can deal with right now, while others have lost their house, all of their belongings, their cars and even their family members.

I will always be so very grateful for my husband, my babies, my animals and my truck. I have never been so close to something this disastrous. We were snowed in one or two winters in Idaho, endured extremely hellacious heat in Arizona, but nothing like this, even with the water receding, the aftermath is saddening to say the least. I can’t even take pictures of any of it, it’s just not my right to do so.

There’s nothing to say, we’re fine, but others are not, and there is nothing I can do to fix any of it.