The Hubby, who works at home, is dealing with the Basement Flood of 2008. We have steps down to the basement from our patio out back, and when it rains it tends to get a tad damp down there. We usually just stuff a couple of beach towels by the door & forget about it. Last nite, at the height of the deluge, we had to increase the towelage and send several sets of terrycloth thru the wash-dry cycle to keep up with the rush of water coming down the stairs.
We know The Hubby, also known as Mr. Fairway, would much rather be out Hitting the Links. But that won't happen until God decides that Noah's had enough and all the animals leave the Ark for much greener pastures. We're pretty sure we'll have Emerald City on our hands after the low that's churning out over the coast clears outta here. The Time to Mow the Lawn will be upon us.
A good day for blog-reading. Check out Mr. Fairway. He's been doing this blogging janx a heck of a lot longer than we have. And he makes even the Sport of Kings (OK, we know that's supposed to be horse racing, but in our family it means Golf) a fascinating read. Thanks for wading in and mopping up, Mr. Fairway. We hear that things will be drying out soon and the mercury will top out at 77 by Wednesday. Praise the Lord & pass the SPF 45. Fore!