I feel guilty about this -- being snarky about the rain when those out west are in such desperate need of rain. But when it is in your basement or leaking into your family room, you get a little testy. These hydrangeas used to be standing up. Now you can't walk to the back yard without fighting the flowers.
Meanwhile, all the pots in front (many of which are going to the lake) are way over-watered. But they are looking lush.
Rick got home from Texas on Tuesday and I returned from the lake the same day. We were going to head back north on Friday but the weather report was so grim we decided to stay home and it was a good thing. I'm here for a few more days. Rick left on his bike (during a lull in the rain) to ride up there. It will take two days, camping out overnight. I just hope he makes it OK. As he said, he's ridden in the rain before. I don't view this as a good enough reason to pedal off, but there you have it. (Update: the first day was OK.)
I'll do physical therapy mid-week and then head up when I'm done. After I drop Lizzie off, I'll get in the car and head north for another hour or so to a birthday party for our little almost-three year old. Painting a card was the high point of my week.
I did it from a photo that bigger brother took with my camera. Inside it says "Have a bucket of fun on your birthday." He always has a bucket of fun!
To be honest, the thought of four hours in the car with a bad back for two hours of birthday party is not making me happy. (Especially when Rick's ex-wife and the party host says she is not holding dinner for us -- or me, if Rick rides up earlier -- but there will be cake. (Merci, Marie Antoinette.) I get it (and I'm pretty sure they would hold a plate back!), but it was the way she said it, along with a few other snarky things about Rick. (I understand they have their own baggage.) I'm pretty sure I won't make her timetable for dinner, especially if driving in the rain. I'd give anything to be able to figure a way out of this. The thought of facing a bunch of people after a long drive in the rain with a bad back and having to be cheery is not high on my wish list. But it's not about me -- it's about the little guy and that's what counts (although I doubt that within 24 hours, he'll have no idea who was even there.)
I envision driving north to the lake with it looking like this.
Apart from seven inches of rain in three days (with five more days of rain predicted) it has been a good, if non-productive week. It has included bird watching with Lizzie.
I think she knows only three words. Her name. "Food!" and "Birds!"
We spent about 90 minutes in the basement the other night during a tornado warning. Lizzie, of course, bolted upstairs and was not happy to be sent down again. She coped. Rick did the NYT crossword. I read. Dinner was late.
I've been watching the Tour de France when I can. There have been several horrible crashes and today (Monday) one of my favorites and a team leader crashed and was injured but got back on the bike. I don't see how they do it. Makes me feel like a wimp with my back. And rightly so. (It's raining in France, too.)
I just got the mantel decorated for summer. Then the ceiling started to leak. Now I am prepped for days more of rain.
I'll turn my brain around in another day or so. Maybe even today. It will depend on the rain. But I promise to be cheerier next time.
At least I have company.