I had to work yesterday. First time I have been out of my holler since the flood. Oh it was heartbreaking to see the aftermath. I am not one of the many that like to go "sightseeing" of the damage. I stay home out of the way. It hurts to see people having to throw everything away from their homes if they still have them though. It really hits just how close we came this time around.
I would have thought the diner would have been slow yesterday, I was wrong. It was a active hub of people checking in on us and each other. One of the regulars who I have already developed a fondness for is a sweet old man. He comes in daily for his salad and pot of coffee. He reminds me of how grandma used to be. He just likes to sit around and talk to everyone and anyone. I got a bear hug from him when I rounded the corner. He knows where I live and was afraid for me and my family.
Really the diner was business as usual yesterday until about 3 when a family came in. You could immediately see they were exhausted and in the midst of clean up. Talking to the mom I found out water got up 2 feet inside their house and they lost just about everything. They just wanted a hot meal and a good strong cup of coffee before they went back to cleaning. I cannot do much but their meal was on me. I also had brought in a couple dozen eggs as Betty told me to bring them to work and sell them there as there was interest in fresh eggs among the customers. I sent 2 dozen home with them. It was the smallest of gestures, all I could do but, it meant the world to the mom.
The diner is going to be closed today, there is already 3 inches of snow on the ground. I needed to clean mine and Rosie's closets out anyway. I'm going to gather some things up and when I go back to work stop off at one of the relief places and donate it. They are good clothes, they either just do not fit anymore or we never wear them. It is also time to get rid of some blankets and quilts that are overrunning my closet. Not my homemade ones from grandma, but I have countless fuzzy blankets that were Christmas presents over the years. It is time for me to stop hoarding them and pass them on.