judifilksign | The River is Rising

And I am checking at 15 minute intervals out the window, because I can see the river, usually *far* away down the steep slope, creeping inexorably up the hill toward our fence, our yard, our house. I can see a difference in the height of the waters each time I look.

There are flood warnings about our county, with two to four more inches of rain expected. I am nervous enough to pack suitcases in case we have to evacuate at short notice.

Ten years ago, we were stuck in the house a day or so, because the river rose, and the county closed the bridges to our little hamlet. An inch or so of water in the basement, and me scared to death with a newborn infant, wondering if we'd have to leave by boat.

My line is the fence line. If the water touches it, we are *gone,* even if we're a few more feet uphill.