Natural disasters are hell on a diet
Monday, September 12, 2011
This past weekend my little town of Harrisburg was inundated with so much rain that the Susquehanna river went raging from 5 feet to 25.2 feet in a couple of days.
We were well aware that our house was situated in a flood zone when we bought the place, but we took our chances (it was, after all, in the 100 year zone, and not the 25).
The river was forecast to rise to 19 feet. then it was revised to 21. then 22. then 24, 26, and eventually 29 feet.
Our house is 2 blocks from the river, and on Wednesday when the 19 foot forecast was announced, my partner and I started sandbagging our garage and basement doors, which face the river. Then we started the long process of moving everything up from our basement, den, and laundry room--couches, washer, dryer, many many boxes, everything!
This process took until Thursday night. We weren't on the evacuation list, so Friday we sat in our house, waiting for the water to rise and wipe out the painting, decorating, and staging work we did readying our house for market.
Waiting around for your house to get damaged or destroyed, by the way, is a horrible feeling.
Friday night the river crested earlier then expected. We got lucky--our house remained high and dry. At 25 feet, one of our neighbors and every one of our backyard neighbors was inundated with water. Our house, it turns out, is higher than many in the neighborhood, and would probably have been safe until 26.5 feet or so.
So Saturday evening when all danger had passed, we began the process of moving everything back into its rightful place. In the long run, it turned out to be a good thing--While the basement was empty I painted the old floor, and we took a few boxes of unmissed belongings to Goodwill. It also drew us closer to our neighbors and neighborhood--we helped out by hauling away debris, and offering use of my truck. We commiserated, and watched the river rise together.
I'm not sure what we ate during this time--- I do remember chips, candy bars, chips, beer, and the Shrimpapalooza (or whatever they call it) at Red lobster. And except for hauling furniture and sandbagging, I didn't stick to my exercise program. I did see people jogging in the torrential rain, and I thought...I'm just not there yet. Funny that the times we most NEED to take care of ourselves are the times when we often fail most. Perhaps we should take diligent care of ourselves so that when those times hit us fast and hard, we're not knocked down completely by the poor choices we make for a few days.
I'm back it work now, committed to bettering my diet this week, and running tomorrow.
I just don't want to see any more rain.