The Tide, The Tide

– VOTE 11/6/2018 –

As the little guy on Love Boat used to yell The Boat, The Boat, I am being carried on the endless moving sea toward shore. I got thinking this morning that my health has been fairly stable (for me) and I’m feeling good BUT that damn tide keeps rolling forward and back out to sea over and over.

Today I got up and looked out our garage doors onto the driveway and road. Standing water. No workmen. Not raining but apparently last night’s downpour dictated no smoothing  today. There is standing water down by Harper Drive but no orange cones. Does that mean we can drive into our garages today–and quickly pack and unpack our trunks? The latest notice says we can’t drive until further notice.  Yesterday’s letter said we could drive on it Thursday through Sunday and they wouold pave on Monday. Uh!

I’m going on writing retreat next Tuesday but our car is hell and gone away. If they are paving Monday and Tuesday as the flyer said, I won’t be able to access my car without walking through chipmunk dens and other lumpy terrain. And heaven forbid the neighbors’ yards that contain doggie doo doo that hasn’t made its way into the plastic bag and the garbage.

I will have my printer, plus food and clothing for four days–I’m going to try and get all of this into my one suitcase so Eric can drag the Pullman bag across this no-man’s land. I will be following with my trusty walker bumping across the wet back yards grass. Then the car is a block and half from the end of the yards we have to traverse. I think neither  of us will be ideal travel companions after that.

The analogy I began with has become inundated by our water flowing up to my eyeballs every time I look out the garage door at the mess. I’m in no way diminishing the hell people are experiencing who are in the floods–we have some in  Wisconsin too and during the last rain the City Isthmus almost floated away. Here in Verona, we are high and dry on a hill. Perhaps the driveway is our comeuppance for not doing enough for others.

Anyhow, what I was trying to get at is that with my health being okay, I’m still racing toward the shore at warp speed. Maybe I’ll get pulled away a few more times, but the shore is inevitable. I hope I end up where the sand is white and fine, there are a few palm trees, and fresh water pools to lounge beside.