"It's just a rainy day at Nutwood...it's the day I hung an innocent man...." [sung to the tune of "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia]
Don't worry, I haven't hung anyone!
Val writes a second journal she calls "Joy in the Rain," with jokes and quotes that are both fun and inspirational. Today I am experiencing my own joy in the rain, as we're getting some much-needed precipitation!
I know this fascination with rain doesn't mean much to a lot of folks, but in an agricultural area, it means the world. Things were getting awfully dry, and we were almost 2½ inches below normal. We got a fairly steady rain for a while there, so this should help a lot.
One person who isn't quite so thrilled with it is Sheeba. For some reason, thunder really bothers him. For quite a while this morning, he was hiding behind the shower curtain, then he finally slunk off to the basement. He goes way in the back, where I guess the sound isn't as loud. Poor little guy, I always feel so bad for him, but there's nothing I can do. I just try to check on him once in a while and give him a little pat. He'll come slinking out when it lets up.
I was going to run out to the store today, but nothing is pressing, and I think I'll just stay home and enjoy the rainy day. I know I won't melt or anything, but nothing is urgent.
Speaking of rain, Dad told me yesterday that he heard that Daytona Beach got something like 20 inches of rain. Yikes! Since Daytona is just a few miles north of New Smyrna Beach (where our timeshare is located), I thought I'd better check into things. I sent the lady who sold us the timeshare, Lori, an email asking if everyone was okay, and I heard back from her this morning:
"We are lucky the storm went completely around us... no flooding no high winds no nothing...no damage at all."
Amazing! There's something about that area--I don't know if it's the current, geography, or what--but it seems to be fairly well-protected. Lori told us that's why they put Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral. They had some damage a few years ago, the year of Frances and Charlie (and one other major one), but all in all, they've been very fortunate. It's our home away from home, so we're glad all is well!
Remember I mentioned that it's been fun talking politics with my Mom? She called me a few minutes ago, and said, "Hi Honey! I was just wondering who you think is going to be Obama's running mate!" Ha ha! She tickles me to no end! Her and Dad were watching the news, and I guess there was a lot of speculation going on about it. She said they were saying that it could be Hillary. I said I'd be very surprised, and my gut tells me that it's going to be Joe Biden. We should be hearing something today. I'll probably get an email about it, and I told Mom I'd give her a call when I hear anything.
I'd like to go on record and say that I do not like the word "veepstakes," and I won't be using it. I'm not sure why that word bugs me, but it does!
Oh, and I almost forgot: Yes, Ziggy, opossums are marsupials!