If I haven’t asked before, could someone please pass a cup of that global warming I keep hearing about? Because I’d like to experience it.
Yesterday, had I not been feeling so puny, I’d have started building an ark. I suppose it’s a little late, seeing as how it was already raining and God had Noah working on that big ol’ boat for quite some time before the rains began. My boat would be much smaller, and I’d only take my immediate family (including my critters, naturally.) But I was pretty puny feeling, and still am. Fluid in my lungs, horrible snorky nose…certainly not well enough for ark building. I may have to just go buy a row boat.
Darling and I sat inside like those two kids from Cat in the Hat, wondering what we could do while we watched the rain pouring down. It’s been years since we’ve had a June so wet. If we were in the mid-west, we’d have had gully washers. The few peonies I have left after City Boy’s remodel have been beaten to a pulp. By early evening, we were having lightening and thunder, and the storm was directly overhead. The sky would light up, and the thunder would be rolling. It was so bad that our lights were flickering and I could feel the floor rumbling beneath my feet. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt the earth move quite like that before.
By 8 last night, it had all finally stopped. The clouds continued to spew forth a few more rain drops, but I tossed on my coat and went outside to milk Bessie. Of course, I had to wait my turn…