The rains came down

Been terribly wet in this neck of the woods all spring. So when the rain came last Friday, well — so much of the same thing all over again, that my main interest was: would the ceiling upstairs stop leaking since we had the chimney replaced?

It poured while I was at work, and over the noon hour I hurried home, and with Sophie in tow — went upstairs, holding my breath.

NO PUDDLE! Whee!

Back at work, I kept track of the radar in the afternoon, and as I was leaving for home I knew that we were going to be in for it again. DH was busy mowing the lawn — yay, he was home before me! After he’d finished, he mentioned going across the river to the restaurant for supper.

I doubted that it was a real good idea, given the kind of weather we were about to get, but hunger can do weird things to my mind…

So off we went. Got the first parking spot next to the door — and got hit by a few raindrops as we went in. The hostess always gives us a hard time and laughed at our state of dampness. I told her I had expected her to come out to our car with an umbrella — she laughed again and showed us to a booth.

It kept getting darker and darker and rain came down first vertically then horizontally…

The weather radio went off in the restaurant, but it was hard to hear what the message was. Our waitress was getting fidgety…

We packed up our takehomeatray, paid the bill and waited in the entryway for a chance to run to the car.

And waited and waited.

It was absolutely pouring and blowing something fierce.

Then we looked out the window toward the road.

There was a flash flood coming down the hill and across the parking lot entrance. It was a thing to behold. I’ve never been so close to watch water rise that fast.

We decided we’d better get out while we could, so we dashed to the car, “forded” the stream and made it home.

Sigh.

The ceiling went back to leaking — now I am wondering if we are suffering a lack of step flashing between the back dormer and roof.

The basement was leaking in three newish places.

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NP: Antiques Roadshow

Temperature in the car as I left work today: 139 degrees. Onehundredthirtynine.

Sophie? Well, she must know how hot it is outside, because she is not even hinting at going for a walkie.

Mood-o-meter: It has been a long week already.