Water, water everywhere (I've never met an Ike I liked...)

I love rain, really I do. I particularly love rain when I get to sit at home with a book and curl up and watch it fall, take naps and generally be lazy. I also love rain when the warm rain from the south is negating the possibility of cold snow from the north.


But there is a limit to my love. When water comes through my (very expensive and until now perfectly functioning) french drain... that is enough. When my brother's new house has six inches of water in the basement because the sump pump can't keep up... that is enough. Granted, my suffering is insignificant compared with people in Galveston and Houston but I'm really ready to be done with Ike now. Rain, rain go away... come again some other day. A week from Tuesday would be good - Give us time to recover.

Entertainingly enough, there are still cars parked over at the golf course, even though it looks like they would need AAVs to get from the club house to the first tee. But in a dinky little town like this, the locals have their specific hangouts, and even the weather can't change them. And I suppose that while the golfers are not allowed out on the course, they can't be hitting golf balls into my yard. Something more to be grateful for.