Ok, ok, you guys are probably sick and tired of the weather-related posts. But I’ve got one more, so bear with me.
To recap for any new Thought of the Day Blog followers (hi! welcome!! so glad you’re here!), I live in Los Angeles, but I took a road trip to South Florida for the holidays to visit my parents, and I’m still here. Eventually I’ll drive back, honest!)
So… Last night, the sky opened and the heavens just came cascading down. I was debating how my husky-mix Akela and I were going to do our pre-bedtime walk in the downpour, when my phone rang (it’s that awful, scary, alert like when your tv broadcasts the emergency messages) with a flash flood warning.
I hemmed and hawed and dawdled some more, hoping the rain would let up.
Fortunately for me, there was about a 10 minute window where the rain slowed to a heavy drizzle. I immediately threw on my borrowed FSU poncho (go Noles!), a baseball cap (to keep the rain out of my eyes), and my mom’s flip flops (a full 2 sizes too big… I have tiny feet, but I didn’t bring any shoes appropriate for water), leashed up the dog, and headed out.
In the end, it wasn’t too bad. I slipped in the mud a few times but didn’t fall, and my flip flop got stuck once, but we survived.
Cue the next morning.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the schools are closed. Wait, what? Yep, they closed the schools. According to the Sun Sentinel, one of the local papers, we got between 13-18 inches of rain overnight, and up to 20 inches in some areas. On my dad’s back patio, there is a water mark maybe about 6 inches off the ground, and some muddy twigs and minor debris stuck to the lawn chairs. But fortunately, the water receded overnight. Hooray for drainage systems!
The neighborhood? Not so much. There’s a bunch of small lakes scattered throughout the community, and as I walked my dog this morning around the main loop, there were 6 areas where the lakes were so high, they were covering the main road (and it’s only about 1.5 miles long).
The first flooded area was the deepest. It was actually above my knees! And my diva dog who hates baths and is sometimes scared of water, followed me about 1/3 of the way across the big lake-puddle, and then decided it was too high for her to continue. So I picked up the 40 pound furball and hauled her across until it got shallower again and set her down.
At the next lake-puddle-road hybrid, Akela got distracted while stalking a duck swimming on the other side of the lake, so she fell in. (Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to let her catch the duck. Or drown for that matter.) She sorta panicked, but immediately got out again. Ok. Phew.
But by the 3rd or 4th lake-puddle, Akela must have decided that this water thing wasn’t so bad after all. Because she willingly started swimming, even when she could have easily walked around the water. And there wasn’t even a duck (or ibis or egret or seagull) to try to catch! And then she decided to jump in the lakes we passed that weren’t even flooded.
I probably shouldn’t encourage this habit, but I was just pretty excited she wasn’t afraid of water any more. Hooray for small victories!
Anyhoo, have a great weekend, folks!! Hope that you, too, will be able to find the fun in something you once thought was scary or otherwise negative. It’s a good approach to trying new things, huh? Maybe Akela is on to something…