My online friend, Kelly of Vancouver, was traveling through the southeast, so we decided to meet up at my condo on Topsail Island for a couple of days. That was the plan, anyway. We knew it was going to rain a bit. No sweat. We didn’t know–I guess no one did–that the rain would turn into a monsoon. This morning we went to the bakery and coming back had to drive through the sort of flooded street they warn you not to drive through, but with the dogs and everything we owned at the condo, we had little choice. Once back here, we heard we’d had eight inches before noon and there was no end in sight. We knew there was no way to get off the island and we wouldn’t be going anywhere for a long time.
The rain hasn’t let up all day and depending on what meteorologist we listen to, may not let up tomorrow either. I might be able to make it through a flooded road in my van, but Kelly’s got a little rental car, so forget it. We’d expected to eat our meals out, so we had cheese and crackers and pickles for dinner, and it looks like that will be breakfast too. We’re hoping we can get out Friday (maybe tomorrow evening if it stops raining and the flooding goes down? Trying to be optimistic, here!). Except for the uncertainty, lack of food, and needing to walk the dogs in the downpour, it’s been a fun way to get to know Kelly who is a good sport and helped me brainstorm my new book this afternoon. If we can’t get out tomorrow, though, I may not be feeling so positive. Plus, by then we’ll be verrry hungry.
Pickles for breakfast, anyone?