A Nearly Wet Dream

At about 5:30 this morning, Signe awakened me from a pleasant dream to announce, “the river’s going to overflow, we need to get out of here”.  Grabbing my pants, shoes and cigars, I swore a couple of times and looked out the window.  She was right, or at least partly right.  The river had risen a great deal in a storm that had lasted about 30 hours at that point, and the rain was still coming down like zippers at a GOP convention.  As we knew from our travels in the area, Limoux is well downriver, and at the base of a lot of foothills of the Pyrenees.  The day before the rain started the river Aude was a fast moving current about three feet deep, and 40-50 yards across.  This, the result of an unusually dry summer and September.  We had noticed a rise in the river when we arrived home on Sunday night.  I told Signe gruffly I was going back to bed; there was nothing to worry about.  I went back, too, but not to sleep.

Funny, isn’t it, how fear has that contagious quality?  I got up after a few minutes, and fired-up some coffee and got online to check NFL scores on ESPN.  I had a nice breakfast, and emailed a couple of buddies about the hap and hope – less Broncos of 2010.  As the slate-gray light from an extremely dark and foreboding sky began to ooze over the river, I could see the river had risen to the very edges of its banks.  And the rain pelted unceasingly on river, hills, town, streets.  I’m telling you it was WET!  And getting wetter by the second.  I considered our newly-purchased car sitting not 12 feet from the now-raging Aude. 

Ok, so I decided, (JUST IN CASE) to move the car up the hill and park it there until the rain stopped and the river subsided.  So, I’m wearing the Gortex jacket, slopping down the hill after re-parking and it hits me…OUR F-ING HOUSE HAS STOOD THERE FOR ONE- THOUSAND YEARS!!!

 

Yeah, then I noticed kids with umbrellas walking to school, laughing and tossing sticks into the deluge.

 

 


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