Pull on your galoshes. This ain’t pretty.
Last night my dog didn’t want to go do her duty. There was the smallest bit of mud and water at the bottom of our porch steps. I got inventive and set the welcome mat over that wetness and she was able to jump across into the yard to do what she needed to do.
This morning she did okay. But by afternoon the stream and mud had gotten larger. It covered much of the welcome mat. Luckily, we had a wheelbarrow full of old dried weeds that never made it to the compost before the snow started (Thanksgiving?). I picked up a mat of these dried weeds to make another bridge across the moat at the bottom of our stairs. That was about three hours ago.
My brother made it home from work okay. An hour after that I needed to take said princess out once again. This is what we found from every window”
Looking west of the porch.
Front yard, driveway, and street.
More front yard near the front porch.
Backyard and brother’s car–which managed to get home from work in spite of floods coming home. He was able to get out of the car and up the porch in relative dryness. An hour later this is what we saw.
Driveway near the kitchen side of the house.
So needless to say, poor little Kali has nowhere to go. Thank goodness for the piddle pad?
We are in a mobile. We are expecting more rain tonight and snow by Tuesday. Scary-hairy stuff.
This is my stream of consciousness as of fifteen minutes ago. Maybe STREAM is a word I should have avoided?
Stream of Consciousness Saturday and the prompt ‘Hair’ brought to us by Linda G Hill.
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