Mercy. It was my honest intention to find something else to write about, something other than rising water. But what did I do today? I slogged through two inches of standing water at Emerson Playground this morning to give the dog a proper walk. I went to Costco later on. I drove to Acton in hopes of buying hiking shoes for England at Eastern Mountain Sports. Mudane. Boringboringboring. Especially in the light of rising water.
Here at 276, we could as easily be playing King of the Mountain. Our house is situated on a rise. The long backyard slopes down to the Sudbury River (aka, in flood times, Lake Temporary). While the rest of Massachusetts and all of Rhode Island sink and pass under flood conditions, we sit on high watching the drama unfolding with the academic interest of the non-threatened.
That is until Pete got the word that the cottage we own next door had six inches of water at one end of the basement and one of two sump pumps not pumping. Then it got personal.
But not so personal that we had to panic. Or call in the National Guard (unavailable; busy elsewhere). Instead, when we saw the barricades go up on Nashawtuc Road, on which our property abuts, we decided to walk the dog in that direction. The river had backed up behind the bridge and was flowing over the road. When we waded through, it was about four inches deep. Deep enough to pour over the tops of my Bean boots. Alas. Wet feet.
Statistic: Over 18 inches of rain have fallen this month, making March both the wettest March as well as the wettest month ever in recorded Massachusetts history.
Clearly, this is the flood — actually, Part Three of The Flood — of the century (and it's so young!). It's the most exciting thing that's happened in Concord since the Minutemen got excitable and fired that famous shot.
Tomorrow, I'll go out with a camera. Stay tuned.
Truffle: A phone call from an old friend. It may take a natural disaster but, heh, you learn he's thinking of you and that's worth it's weight in gold. Besides, it's been a long time.
Quote of the day: "By the rude bridge that arched the flood,/Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,/Here once the embattl'd farmers stood,/And fired the shot heard round the world." (Ralph Waldo Emerson; Sorry. This quote was an inevitability given my Concord come-froms. So there. I've gotten it out of my system. Another reason to be grateful for all the rain.)