Marjie's Ark

May I tell you a story?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Yes, you should be honored!

Here I go!

Ok, jump in the van with me, we're going to church...

whoah, this could take a while

fast forward, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,

After church, I'm waiting around while Bro. Burch and Michael try to hook up the lights to the trailer in the carport. Oh, look! some dark clouds! No big deal...

It starts to rain...um, it's hailing...oh, good, it stopped, now it's just pouring.

No big deal...

Hey, look! The water is up on the sidewalk! Hey, look, it's coming in the door! Hey, it's 2 yards in! Hey, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

My feet are wet!

Let's step back for some reevaluation...or to get out of the water, whatever. The water is coming up by the second, oh hey! a car's going by! The water's only like, what? a foot high in the street?

TIDAL WAVE!

...and so we learned my friend, to listen for vehicles, because every time they went by, several large but successively smaller waves lapped up my legs, freezing them into big white popsicles..oh, did I mention that?
The water was, in addition to murky and mysterious,well,

a little chilly!

Because the carport is about 14 yards long before you get to the church door, some (we won't mention any names) tried to avoid the inevitable wetness!

Jared, however, had no such idea in mind.
Soon, soggy socks joined his previously discarded tennis shoes, and I (wisely) followed suit.
Brrrrrrrr...

Bro. Burch directed the mechanic department perched atop a lawn chair, armed with the vehicle manual. The rest of us picnicked on Cheddar and PeanutButter Crackers, commented on the 2 1/2 foot high water in the street, and thought the night could not possibly get more exciting...WRONG.

Jared got a huge laugh out of watching a poor would-be-motorist walk his scooter through water nearly above it's tires...strange sense of humor...boys....

When the mechanics were through hooking up the trailer---OH, did I mention that the Mason's were transporting brand new furniture home in that trailer?...in that rain???
Sis Burch convinced her kind hubby to carry her to the van...I was relieved to see her land safely...lol

Because the doors need to be closed behind the vehicles, because the van couldn't sit too long in one place in the street so it wouldn't flood, and
because Jared didn't want to do it by himself ,

him and I hopped on the back of the trailer till it had cleared Lake Garage (the flooded carport) and then jumped off to close the gates in, oh, 1 and 1/2 ft. high water. The plan was to hop back on the trailer and ride to the end of the street where the van would be waiting--hopefully in lower water. Well, the trailer, um, was in a hurry, so, we began the trek on foot--on water,
oh whatever!

Barefooted and gleeful, I began high-stepping through the swirling, freezing, knee-deep murkiness
(fast-high-stepping, I might add)
in my ankle-length jean skirt.
Was I thinking about what was under the water?
What was IN the water?
What was about to be in ME?
hmmm...sometimes thinking about such things is not an option.
Smiles. Aren't teens great? Live a little! That's what you call adventure!!

More later!