If you haven’t heard… and you probably haven’t since the national news seems to only be worried about oil spills. There was a flood. You might have heard about Nashville, if you paid very close attention. You probably had no idea that a little town called Millington was hit. You might not have known unless you saw the picture on this blog a week and a half ago. Even though this house wasn’t flooded. Our house was turned upside down.

Ray was home but he wasn’t. No one was supposed to report to work. We would get ready to do something and he would get a call. Can you volunteer? Drop everything. Don’t volunteer there are snakes! Go home! Ray’s boss was displaced. The barracks were closed. It’s funny how it’s hard to feel at home and away from work when your boss moves in with you. It’s hard to feel at home when your superior gets to see the good, the bad and the ugly of parenting. It’s hard to be a parent when your child is having a fit about homework and the boss is watching. It’s hard to make choices like what to watch on television and where to sit when a man that you’ve only met at formal events moves in. Lucky for us, he’s a great guy who loved on the kids and the dog. Lucky for us, he liked whatever I fixed to eat and was forced to roll with the punches as much as we were.

We are blessed. We have our home. While I was worrying about the doctor’s appointment that I’ve waited a month for, another mother was looking for a place to live. While I was trying to plan menus and ask Ray what his P.O.D. was, another family was looking for new furniture with not much money because they didn’t have flood insurance. While I’m yelling at Tucker for yacking on the carpet, someone else doesn’t know if their beloved pet is dead or alive. I’ve bugged Ray for months about wanting to do more ministry and thinking about far away places. Suddenly that far away place is up the street.

We shrugged off the sirens. Tomorrow Ray’s work schedule returns to whatever his normal work schedule should be. I can’t help but feel for the people who weren’t provided the luxury of normal. They won’t know normal for a very long time.

Ray cleaned out the barracks of a sailor who was in Japan when the storm hit. He’ll return to find his stuff gone through and put away by other people, some things thrown away to prevent to mold. He’ll come home to a changed world. Ray watched sewage soaked carpet removal and was told to watch for some nasty snakes. The phones are moved. His records are straight. The computers and phones are being fixed but because of one levy breaking that base is forever changed for better and worse.

I’ve been thinking about what to post lately. It seems menial to tell you about some of the stupid things I’ve done. The fact is, I do stupid things all the dang time. I really pulled a good one this weekend. The Stupid Stuff post is coming. After all, it’s the menial that makes things normal. Thanks for letting me rant about arks and floods and two by two.