After spending forty-three Christmases on this earth, all of them in the state of Alabama, the weather really shouldn’t surprise me. I am rather observant after all. But yesterday blew me out of the water… thankfully, not literally but it was a close thing.
Flooding.
Noah-like flooding in places that just don’t flood. Ever.
EMA spent the day squawking at us not to step foot, tire or well-intentioned kayak on the roads.
So, needless to say, my five year old nephew and parental accompaniments could not make it over to Christmas. Merriment has been put off until today… if the three inches of water in their front yard parts like the Red Sea and lets them through, that is.
Anyhow, I haven’t gotten so much as a dry crumb of writerly thought in me this morning. So I’m not going to even attempt to be bloggy… Yeah, yeah, don’t ask me what all this was then. I’m so waterlogged I don’t really care.
You know what? Apologies for this post. Forget it ever happened.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 
I am sorry your holiday was waterlogged. I hope your family is safe and the floods have receded (although if I pay attention to the news I have a feeling it hasn’t)
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We are thankfully fine. Nothing injured but our pride at thinking we knew all of Mother Nature’s tricks. The waters are down and the roads are almost all re-opened. Christmas, although late, was had and merrily. Thank you so much for your well wishes!
Chloe
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Glad to hear that you are fine. Delayed holidays can be fun.
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