It’s a little wet here today. Rain, rain, and more rain. I always feel sorry for the folks you see on the tv news reports who are climbing into the rescue boat with their dog and what little possessions they can carry out. A local weather forecaster noted this morning that later today one of our local rivers will crest over 10 feet higher than normal. I don’t understand people who voluntarily live close to a river. I’m suspicious of house listings that note a creek or stream on the property. If the term flood plain comes up, I look elsewhere for lodging. During this monsoon season the only way I want to view a river is from high above looking down – certainly not from the splintered seat of a small craft smelling of yesterday’s bass catch.
I’m concerned that I haven’t heard our sump pump kick in lately. It may just be too tired out. It has had quite a workout the past few days. I did hear the washing machine groan earlier. Devoted Spouse was trying to get the couch cover into the machine so that later today we will have a clean place to lounge. Anyone with a canine companion will understand the necessity of covering the couch to save your furniture from wet, nasty, smelly dog.
Speaking of dogs, as I was having my normal morning 80 lb.-pup-in-my-lap-while-I’m-drinking-scalding-coffee romp, I noticed green stuff on EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer. Hmmmm, it’s raining and maybe she has mold. Turns out it’s just more pieces of her leftover houseplant snack from the other night. EmmaLou takes going green literally.
On a completely different subject…I enjoy finding references to our Dayton area in tv, movies, or books. Last night’s episode of Jericho contained a reference to Alex Bell Road and Lytle Five Points Road. Writers have all the fun.