***… Frustration abounds…

Tropical storm is building east of us and we will get rain and how much rain, depends on highs and lows and moisture… regardless, we get more than a 1/4 inch we will flood and my poor trees, we lost over half to flooding and the other half are dying before our eyes, because…. Flooding!!!

When we moved in, all we had was dirt and cheap fence, now it’s all sod and chainlink… that pond is what floods our property, the run off heads straight for us…

So, we go outside and we take hoe and shovel and I bang into it with a hoe and I know immediately, we aren’t going to accomplish anything…

The ground is so saturated from Arthur, it is still drying out and the sod he put down, has a mesh under it, so… We need a backhoe and it’s not our property… It borders ours on 2 sides, left and back and that back is still under water and one big mud puddle… I know, I got mud on me when I used the hoe to see if we could move anything… It is saturated down a foot or more… We are so screwed and out near a thousand dollars we spent on trees… All my fruit trees, all my cypress, all drowning… The red maple and the pecan trees love the water, but even they are getting too much!!!

Back inside and resigned to the fact, Bertha will drown our side yard and our back area and our front yard… Come to find out, this used to be farm land, good bottom land and that, if I had known that, I would have asked about water retention and drainage… Nope, wasn’t informed until a year after we bought the place… sigh… my final home has turned into anything but final home…

No more planting, no more landscaping… No more anything… except watch all those trees die or become damaged due to the stress of flooding… and impairs their ability to thrive or produce… So frustrated… As for our veg garden, Arthur took out a lot of it… We got cucumbers, cantalope and a couple watermelons, but the water drowned the plants… Peppers and tomatoes and lettuce are thriving… Maybe next year we will do better…

That’s all I got… A long weekend with flooding on the menu and a lot of pot smoking to keep me from going next door and saying what I really think… (they really are nice people, but damn!!)

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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