This pitcher was taken out the front door yesterday around 5pm... a good bit after the torrential rains. The "river" had receded, but was still well above the curb and crown of the street!
I came outta the bunker to see what the Mom was doing on the front porch, but I quickly scuttled right back... Old Gal tried to be quick enough to catch a good shot of me in transition, but this is all I gave the her!
And yes... at the end of that hallway, I had to jump over the Bleu's head! [He didn't mind. Just ask him... He's WAY too worried about how the Mom needs to refinish these hardwoods, or at the very least, wax them... to be concerned about... who?what?]
I don't have the pitchers to prove it... but today was near bout as stormy as yesterday, only worse on a counta the Mom could not be here to comfort / reassure / redirect me. She did not like havin the remote nervous breakdown. She say if she gonna have one, it should be in the presence of the Master. Just sayin.
Fings are calm now, so I show you foot tall St Augustine, green as green can be.
Water is standin frewout the back yard... but I show you edge at patio.
And here is Upper Lake Comet... full of the waters.
And just a quick look back at the flooded porch and our stuff that's been blown down...
Frankly, I am not happy about bein a part of any kind of photo op. Ever body is just fankful I would go to the outside and do businesses. And now I'm just tryin to guess...
Am I leadin the Mom straight to the big bed, or shall I take a pit stop to conjure up and post a blog...? OK, pit stop it is...
Weather is calm for now, but I have little faif it will last longer than time alarm sound in the mornin. Until then, night night...!