Weather in Nashville is always iffy. You take what the weatherman predicts and then go look out the window. You look out again in 15 minutes, because the weather will probably have changed, and neither is what the weatherman predicted. This weekend called for heavy rain and thunderstorms. It did not call for Noah and the ark, which came floating by on I-24.
My house is located above the flooded areas, so I saw no problem in running out to pick up a gift that was ready. However, after driving through flooded streets (although not nearly as bad as the interstate), seeing plants from a nursery down the street at a gas station (having been swept there by flooding water), and watching water flood the banks of the Little Harpeth River, I knew I needed to stay home.
Of course, it's all over the news with every newscaster offering their opinions. Apparently it's been 40 years since there's been a flood this bad, but the newscasters are after blood, to figure out who's at fault. The pictures are horrific and there have been fatalities. It's a disaster
But there are the good stories that come out. There are stories of good Samaritans who stopped and helped people from their stranded cars. There are people who man the shelters opened for those who can't get to their houses. There are the police and fire department personnel who work for long hours to help those in distress. There are pictures of boat rescues from an 18-wheeler on an inundated interstate.
There's more rain predicted for tonight. We don't know what tomorrow will bring. But Nashville will get through it. Because in the end, we're neighbors - even if the first time we meet it's to carry you though the flood waters to dry land.
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Things that make today great: Potato pancakes at Noshville with the family; bag ready at sewing place; flood pictures and stories; seeing results of flooding on Franklin Pike
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