Flooding had damaged some 600 houses in Taylor County, Texas, my home, this week. I took some pictures. The damage is staggering in several areas. Driving past brings vistas of piles of ruined carpet, couches, chairs, and other possessions. Suffering is great, but the yin-yang principle is at work here as well, the balance of good and bad, light and dark.
At my house we received about six inches of rain; one accurate measure in southern Taylor County yielded over eleven inches. The lakes are either full or filling, a major relief to all who've lived in the area very long. Despite the ten-foot plus rise in Lake Fort Phantom, we remain officially in drought status. Isn't that ironic? FEMA is here for flood relief and we're still in a drought. Yet the drought has lost some of its teeth, and for that we can be grateful.
Another serendipity of the weekend was a dog, Charmer, wandering into and out of our lives. We watched him revel in water puddles beside Buffalo Gap Road then bound across through typical heavy traffic. Following, we saw him introducing himself to a frightened woman and her dog. Mike and I intervened and took him home. Circulars yielded a ready response when Charmer's vet recognized him, knowing his proclivity for escaping, and called the Armstrongs who came to pick him up. What a delightful visitor he was! It's a shame our own dogs weren't better hosts.