It is still hard to imagine that the floodwater reached up past my bird feeder in our backyard. Just beyond this point the water reached 9 feet high. A lot of my thoughts are still about he flood. We do our best not to talk anymore about the flood in front of the kids, they are tired of it. We are too, it just seems hard to get past it when there are still things to do. Our heating ducts will be cleaned this week. We are slowly getting back into a happier rhythm. What happened to my neighbors and I that night wasn't an Act of God - it was negligence of the township that we live in. Clean up is just about finished, now it is time to make all the wrongs right and rest. The township hasn't heard the last of me. I believe most Activists are not happy people, I certainly did not feel happy at any of the townships meetings. They make my heart pound and my hands sweat. It is not my job to fix the flood and sewage problem - far from any calling I want to be a part of but yet on that night when it all that dirty water came dumping onto my house - it became my job. I just got to find that balance......to live a happy life and insist that the township fix the problem.