Life on a Flood Control Lake

The water will soon be higher than it was a few days ago, so it doesn't look like we will be able to leave home by car or truck for probably the entire month. There really needs to be a long term solution for the families that live here. There are about six households that are now isolated. There is no mail or package service (cannot get medications) , no garbage service (been storing it), and no ability for fire or ambulance service. We are basically fine but I worry about the others, especially as there is an elderly woman who lives alone that is affected.

Written county officials, Watershed Conservancy (who owns this 2600 acre lake), state representative, Senator, township trustees, etc. and have a television interview via canoe slated for this week. Other than the township, the response has been lackluster.

One guy tried to drive through several days ago when the water was much lower. He didn’t make it. I pulled him out partway but his truck got hung up on a stump or rock.






The next day, he had some friends try to recover his truck and they brought down the road sign and then pulled the truck off the causeway and deep into the flooded marsh.






So we ordered groceries from Kroger and had a friend deliver them to where the road begins to flood. The "Let's go Krogering" jingle seemed appropriate at the time

Of Age

A grazing touch -- as you might engage the texture of a locust fence post -- being careful not to be cut by a rusty barb but with an overwhelming longing to sense folds in the weathered wood. How would I have known that a limber branch would be less desirable than you or the language we both speak?

I remember believing my mom was old at thirty-seven and how cabaret models in my dad's art class were something expressly for people who enjoyed a Tom Collins placed on a printed cartoon cocktail-napkin.

There is more beauty here, than lusty innocence would belie.