Dad called me at 10:20 Thursday morning. Five minutes earlier, he found out it might be a good idea to prepare the house at Big Lake for a flood. A storm was coming, and the Missouri River might decide to make itself at home.
We arrived at the house at 1:00.
The living room got a makeover.
We loaded up a bunch of crap that wouldn’t be fun to deal with post-flood. Lake-sludge-saturated carpet wouldn’t be fun to hug.
Dad rescued the old Brady Bunch countertop.
Dad raised a Bud Light to his beautiful yard. He hoped it would look the same next time. The neighbor’s grass was still suffering from last year’s flood (May ’07).
As we left, we waived goodbye to the best wheat crop we can remember at the lake.
I enjoyed this post but worry about the River.