The Flood
I have been around the creek many times when it jumped its bank. I have seen the gravel bars left over in the Channeled Scablands. If I am in an ancestor worshipping mood, we have all taken a boat ride somewhere along the line.
But my favorite flood was back in ninety-six. I think that is because I had to work it.
Sandbagging is pretty useless, but I suppose it keeps people busy. Seems to me, you need to pay attention to the water line way before it starts to move up. Because when the water starts to rise, institutions, like people, are really interested in their own self interests. People who work for institutions at those points are caught between a rock and a hard place. They need to watch their own assets because institutions are busy trying to cover their own.
The sandbagging generally is governed by a bunch of dicks who weren’t paying attention. I have been trying to read Inheduanna lately. Mother Nature, Inanna, I am trying to take the word no more seriously and listen better. Like everybody else, I have limited senses.
“It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature.”
The power of advertising is a dangerous power.
Shiny Things
When you should be writing, there are just so many bright and shiny things.