I’m one of those odd people who likes the rain. I like the sound of it. I like watching it. I even don’t mind being out in it when it’s a warm day.
What I don’t like, is when it rains so hard the ground becomes so over-saturated and water ends up finding it’s way into my basement. I hate that. And that’s exactly what happened this past Friday. So, needless to say, I spent this past weekend on clean-up duty. I was able to employ my photography skills, but not in the awesome creative way I would have liked. I’m not sure if that can be counted in the “on the bright side” column or in the “major disappointment” column. Maybe somewhere between the two. Sort of a “the glass is half empty AND half full” kind of thing.
But, on the bright side, and getting away from the awful mess I had to deal with in my basement this weekend (lucky for me, I had the brains to make sure everything of value was either in plastic totes or up on cinder blocks before this happened), I caved. What did I cave on and why is that a good thing? Well, I’ll tell you. On the second of this month, I caved and adopted the cat I told you, my fine readers, about in my Tiger In The Grass post. Ironically, it was raining that day too. She showed up on my porch, soaking wet, meowing, and scratching at my door. I didn’t have the heart to turn her away, so I brought her in, fed her a hearty portion of cat food, gave her the proper de-flea/de-worm medications, and got her a check up with the vet. I gave her the name Abby (in honor of my favorite NCIS character [^_^]). So, now my little cat army…er…family is back up to four members. Here’s to hoping everyone gets along!
Until next time…