In which I really like the weather.
One thing Iowa does really well is thunder storms. They roll in, big and black and impressive, and they make loud thunder and bright lightning and it rains like hell, and it’s green and lush and warm and I really dig it. It’s tropical and sexy.
We had one of those storms this morning. Bread woke me up early to say the coffee was made and to point out that it was pretty damn dark outside. I got up, poured myself a cup, and found my cameras.
I took a few non-flash pictures with my Elph. (I now have a tiny tripod for it, so the non-flash pictures are starting to turn out better.) Then I tried to take a shot or three with a digital so y’all could see how rainy and stormy and lush it was this morning, but my old digital camera is a total piece of shit and wasn’t having any.
Then Bread went off to work.
One of the basement windows started leaking ’cause it was raining like hell. Hell, I tell you! So I stuck a bowl there to catch the water. Another of the basement walls was seeping and wet. A rather large puddle was forming just inside the basement door — large enough the cat balked at crossing it because he didn’t want to get his paws wet.
Sometimes our basement floods when it rains really hard, and it was raining really hard. I rolled up the rug in the living room, and did some standard flood-proofing: unplug stuff, get extension cords up off the floor. (We live in the basement because we’re remodeling.)
Then I installed myself on the couch with Bindu and Shiva and my coffee, to see if the living room would flood.
It didn’t — not like it has before — there were just some damp floors and things, but I did take a nice cuddly dog nap. And was late to work. Again.





