And . . . we waited.
A few ladies wandered in, basically for reassurance, it seemed, then wandered back out. One man came in, agitated, asked some questions about the situation in the Village (we had no answers), made a phone call, and left.
The SPCA sent a couple of workers with crates of assorted sizes for pets, pet food, kitty litter, and towels for bedding.
We did get three pets: two little dogs and one black cat named Sam. A woman with two dogs, one fifteen years old and blind, checked us out but was not willing not to sleep with her old dog—and I don't blame her. She left and did not come back, so I hope she found another place to stay. Though she was seriously considering just sleeping in her car. We've got to make the choices we're comfortable with.
After helping people to sign in, I headed out to get sandwiches for Craig and me. The local shopping centers were without power (it is spooky to see entire areas of shops and businesses completely without light), so I headed over the hill, hoping Monterey still had power. It did.
At about 8 Cal Fire and the Sheriff's Office gave us a briefing, saying that people won't be allowed home probably until tomorrow morning. And around then, too, two more Red Cross workers—Doug and Omar, the night shift—arrived. Now it was time to get to work, building cots. It took an hour, hour and a half, but it went smoothly with three of us working and the fourth manning the front desk. When I left at 9:30 half the clients were settling down to bed.
Everyone was in a remarkably cheerful mood. They had the right attitude—it was an adventure! I hope when I get to be that old—a couple of the ladies were in their nineties, and many were in their eighties—I am as resilient. A good attitude is everything.
Meanwhile, at home, our little creek across the street sounds like a raging torrent. I haven't seen it today, but David took some pictures on his walk with the dog this afternoon. The Frog Pond is overfull, and the creek up by the park is now a lake. But we're safe. And we have power (though we've lost it a few times during this storm). So all's well. Here's a couple of photos that David took:
|The creek normally flows well under the bridge|
|The trail at the bottom of the stairs is no more, for now|