Flooding is predicted and rainfall totals are expected from 2 to 4 inches here...just like in 1983.
1983: Day 1 of the big flood. Lifeguard friends had just paddled by on their boards. They woke me up by tapping on my bedroom window. I was standing on the curb and very hungover. Timothy’s Volvo was down at street level. . The flood waters were one inch below the top step on my porch. I felt really lucky. Half a block away the surf was roaring through doors and windows right through houses. Everybody across the street was underwater as was daughter Laka. She woke to just purchased, college text books floating.
Moments later a fancy raised pickup truck roared down the street sending a wave of water into the house. We ran after it. The truck skidded around the corner, hit the lifeguard unit, and tried to hide at the corner motel. We got it.
1983: Day two of the big Flood. We had time to sandbag, and compare notes with neighbors. I was really lucky as my cottage was at the high point on the block. Everyone else lost their cars and house contents. By the end of the second day, I was able to drive the old 10 color Datsun out of the flood area.