Why I let myself be un-sober for a while, incidentally.
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The coast is still flooded; there's power out, all the roads leading there are impassible, I haven't been able to get ahold of my parents or Angel in several days. Every news report seems to hint that it's worse than they're saying, that they can only see what's going on at our end and that out at the coast it's just... yeah. Not particularly thrilled about that. Angel lives on a hill in a VERY poorly-repaired place that I wouldn't trust to hold up to a stiff breeze, she works on the other side of the most-often-flooded river in the fucking state so she could have been trapped there, and her boytoy lives on lowland on that same side of the river, I have no idea how easily his place would flood but I'd bet with enough drainage backup it'd at least be unnerving. My parents... my dad builds well, they're at the top-ish of a hill on a nice level place with quite a few well-built houses around them. As long as no trees landed on them, I'm sure they're fine... and honestly, I'd bet my dad's construction would stand up to a few trees, the old house did over the years so it's not like he wouldn't have been planning for it.
Still, I'm worrying, and it will be very gratifying to finally get ahold of them when we do, so I know they're ok. It's hard to concentrate on much of anything knowing that several people I either care about or am expected to pretend to care about could be stuck gods-know-where, flooded in, flooded out, caught in a mudslide, a rockslide, a tree fallen on them, or hell, trampled by worried elk, it's happened before around this time of year.
If y'all want to do me a favor, send good thoughts for th' Oregon coast. It's needed out there right now.
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