That's hydrology in a nutshell. It's more complicated than that, but if people would just remember that, they would still be alive. A 16 year old boy died last night in Weber City, VA because he was playing with a friend near a flooding creek. Water came up, swept him into a storm drain. They found his body 200 yards down the drain. We had first put out a flood advisory, then upgraded it to a flash flood warning, all before it ever started flooding.
I was supposed to be in training all day every day this week, but it's flooding so I workd the operations desk to help out today. Issued several warnings before my relief showed up.
It's as humid as it was for the big Nashville flood back in May. Record setting humidity, and it's unnerving to have that much humidity. It's all from a dying tropical storm in Louisiana pumping its moisture up here. Gonna flood.
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To Not Be In-
I feel very congruous today.
In fact I’m very clement, in a way.
My goal is to not criminate
But rather to capacitate.
I hope I don’t defatigably stray.
My eptitude at poetry is weak.
Sometimes my vincibility is bleak.
And if I were to augurate
My thoughts would then deciduate.
And be halted by an effable critique.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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3 comments:
"Conceivable!" ... Great poem, BB. It's possible that someone (you?!) came up with such great, credible thoughts. I'm ept at doing things like that, although I'm outstanding at other things. I could outperform in wipeouts in outside outbuildings any day.
You are such a bred. You sound ebriated, too. Or are you just fatuated with my poems? You really did yourself, this time. Landish.
You're STUPID! (translation: well done...)
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