Monday, January 23, 2006
3 Feet High and Rising
Louise measuring herself against the highwater mark (the fainter, higher line, not the skankier, lower line where the water apparently lingered for a while). At the time of the storm she would have been almost exactly the same height as the water.
Yesterday I took Louise to the house for the first time. We had naturally been reluctant to show her too much too early, but enough time had passed and she asked to see it. We decided it was alright.
Her reaction was what I hoped, wide-eyed curiosity and excitement (and a sense of privilege - her little sister didn't get to go). She chatted about all of the details and asked a million questions: "Look, there's no ceiling.", "Oh, this has to be fixed.", "Where are the front steps?" (they floated away), "What's insulation?" We rescued a few undamaged items from up stairs and then went home.
It was refreshing to see it with her eyes: a big, strange adventure. I'm glad we went.