WET!!!

We're not drowned, but that was one long fucking weekend. I'm still in a bit of a daze, actually. But we had it easier than a lot of people around us. The back room flooded to six inches around midnight Saturday, and we got it dug out at about four thirty. It took that long because it was too much for the shop vac so we hauled out the five gallon buckets and threw/carried water out as fast as we could, into the lightning and continuing heavy rain. We couldn't keep up with it till the rain let up about three. Then we went to bed and slept a couple of hours until it started again and before we could get into the back room it was flooded again to six inches. This time, though, it was light enough for me to go outside - in the rain and lightning - to find out where the drain wasn't working and put the shovel to good use. About ten thirty we got the rooms cleared again.

We didn't lose the hot water heater or the freezer, but just about eleven Saturday morning - AFTER I made coffee, thank goodness ;-) - the lights went out and stayed that way till dinner time Sunday. In the meanwhile, Birdie was working on putting things right on the hill, and I was at the bottom working on our washed out driveway. The new ditch we dug at the bottom worked GREAT, so there were only a couple of "smallish" ruts (smallish compared to it being completely washed out, which it would have been), but at the road it was impassable for the car, and the county road was washed out about halfway across just up from our mailbox, and nearly all the way across just around the corner downstream. I spent a couple of hours re-digging the ditch, filling in ruts, hauling riprap in the wheelbarrow to put in our drive, and digging gravel out of the creek to fill it in some. I managed to make a path and gave out. We got the clothes out of the washer (from Friday night) and hung them out to dry. It was kinda funny, trying to figure out where to tie the rope.

Irony: the sun was so strong yesterday we've both got sunburns. Both of us are physically challenged this morning with repetitive motion stress. I *should* be wearing a sling, but was embarassed to wear it this morning. I get really tired of people asking me if I saw the doctor so he could tell me to wear a sling. No, I didn't see a fucking doctor, I don't need someone to tell me my shoulder is hurt. *growl*

Anyway, we're here, and we were lucky compared to a LOT of people all around where we live. It's a lot worse than the fucking news is letting on. So fucking what most of central Indiana just had a hundred year flood. It's Indiana, so the morons in a boat in the Carribean gets more tv time.

Writing: I got some good writing done on Friday at work and was really looking forward to using my new laptop this weekend. Ha.