Monday after Irene

I haven’t written in so long, where do I start… Monday morning after Irene, I try to go the farm and I can’t get there, I can’t leave my house I am trapped on my own little island between two massive puddles of water. Never has the water risen so fast, so high. I go out back and try and walk out the old rail road bed, the water is mid thigh high and I have over a mile to go. I turn around and start to go home, after telling myself what a coward and wimp I am I try to plow through water one more time, step in a hole and decide it is just not worth it. I turn around and go home. No electric since last night, I wonder how long will this last.