It's still raining. It didn't rain much yesterday on the 4th, but it still rained. Today it has done little else except rain. I awoke this morning to the sound of it raining. Bad because I really needed to mow the lawn, and tall, wet grass is more stubborn than a constipated mule. During a brief break in the drops, I got the front yard cut after what seemed like a year, and then it started raining again.
There are sandbags in front of the garage, where the driveway dips a bit. During a deluge, that's where it flows into the garage. Enough flow in there, and it hops the little step up to the door and into the kitchen (where there was nearly a half-inch when I got home Friday). Really, we're blessed because we live on a hill, so the damage is minimal compared to people in my city who've lost their entire homes and contents. Or have had to pull up carpet. Or don't know where their cars floated off to. Still, the weather and its effects have left me whiney.
Normally, rain here this time of year is:
• Rare
• Welcome
• Brief
• Romantic***
• Cool to watch
• Fun to drive in
With coming up on nearly a month of the stuff, it is:
• Stupid
• Worn out its welcome
• Anger-inducing
• Sickening to see
• Dangerous to drive in
Here's the local newspaper's Web site. It's big news around here. Where's my umbrella? Oh yeah, in the Gulf of Mexico by now.
***There was heavy rain and thunderstorms the night the Petite Filet got married. Up until lately, precipitation was almost enough to get us both in the mood for a little, uh, something. So much for that!
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