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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ish who wrote (60046)	6/17/2001 9:52:47 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

MOrning! INdeed the Westbrooks got more than their share of rain, considering we live in Dallas. We happened to pick last weekend to go down to Houston to to pick up CW's furniture and spend the night with friends who have a gorgeous new home-- In the flood plain. At 1:30 am, there was a knock on our bedroom door and my sweet friend, who is the most gracious woman I have ever met and proved it that night, apologized profusely for waking us, but "there's 8 inches of water in the living room and we were a little worried." I staggered down the stairs and damned if she wasn't telling the truth...we stepped right into a rising flood. We spent the next three hours carrying furniture to the second floor- at one point Dan and her husband lifted a huge grandfather clock to carry upstairs and gallons of water poured out of it as they tilted it. Her beautiful Oriental rugs were floating around like Aladdin's magic carpets. Nan was mortified because the sewers backed up into the bathtub downstairs and the house smelled. "I'm SO sorry it smells," she kept saying as we tried to salvage her antiques and keepsakes. The next morning, the waters receded, and she served homemade coffeecake and fresh fruit while we mopped. She should teach a course in How to Handle a Crisis with Elegance. She only said a bad word once, when she discovered 24 rolls of paper towels were ruined. I'm not sure why that sent her over the edge, if saying shit one time constitutes a serious breakdown. She apologized for that, too. They have a little white poodle named Crystal who had just that day been to the beauty parlor. She was all fluffed up and wearing a pretty blue bandana. She wanted to swim around the house, but Nan locked her in a bedroom- "Her hairdo cost more than mine," she said. The next day, CW and Stacy (these are Stacy's parents who have also become dear friends) took Crystal for a walk and when they got back, Crystal was dark brown with mud; she looked like a drowned rat. Nan wondered if she could claim her on the insurance. Bob suggested she just send her off for cleaning with the Oriental carpets. It was really a terrible thing-- just a block away, one home had caught fire and no one could get to it and the house burned to the ground. We stayed up watching the TV- seeing people floating on top of cars, and the water rising and rising. CW was at his apartment, but the water never got to him although he said had he parked his car in the front rather than the back, it would have floated away. Since there was no way to get out of town by road, we gave up on the u-haul and just flew home. Nan wrote a lovely thank-you note this week, apologizing again. You would think she had planned the flood as an entertainment that hadn't been as much fun as she intended. Oh, when we got back to Dallas, we had to water our lawn...